Dami’s POV

I gripped Sophia’s arm and steered her out of my office before I said something i would regret. My nails bit into my palm as I fought to keep my voice even. What on earth had gotten into her? Who gave her the right to question me like this?

“Are you out of your mind, Dami?” she blurted, frustration etched into her face. “Oh, so now Doman suddenly seems like the right man for you? Don’t you think at all? He’s using you.”

The words landed like slaps. My head snapped ...