Doman’s POV

The door slammed behind me harder than I intended. I stopped just outside Dami’s office, chest heaving, her words replaying in my head like a slow-motion echo.

She wanted me to forgive Axel. Forgive the man who ruined my life, who made me rot behind bars for something I didn’t do.

I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breath. The afternoon sun filtered through the glass walls of the hallway, but all I felt was choking heat.

It wasn’t even Dami I was angry ...