Doman's POV

The second I pushed open Dami’s office door, a fire ignited inside me I couldn’t put out. Axel sat there like he had every right to breathe the same air as her, like he belonged in her world, in her space.

My fingers itched to grab him, to tear that smug smile off his face but I forced myself to breathe and walk forward. I couldn’t let her see the storm inside me, not yet.

I needed control. Everything I planned, every piece of the puzzle I meticulously laid out, was at ...