Dami’s POV

“I’m not getting soft,” I said, my voice steady though my chest felt heavier than I wanted to admit.

“I’m just taking things into consideration. Axel saved my life, Doman. That means something.”

Doman’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he folded his arms. “Consideration?” he repeated with a humorless laugh. “That’s what you call it now?”

I frowned. “What are you implying?”

“That you’re starting to like him again,” he snapped before he ...