Dominics Pov

I sat rigidly in the leather chair, my arms folded across my chest, staring at the wall behind my lawyer’s head. The room felt like a cage and the air smelled faintly of dust, and the buzzing of red bulb shining right into my skull like a constant reminder that I didn’t belong here.

He had been talking for the past ten minutes, circling the same points over and over, and I knew where he was going before he even said it.

“You have to accept this deal, Dominic,” he said, ...