Chapter 113

DOMINIC’S POV I stormed out of the boutique, my jaw tight, hands fisting at my sides. The door shut behind me with a sharp thud that echoed louder than I expected. Evelyn’s heels clacked against the pavement as she rushed after me, her breath coming fast, uneven. “Dominic—Dominic, wait!” I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. But I heard the way her voice quivered—not with pain, but with indignation. She wasn’t upset because she’d been slapped. She was upset because no one had come to her defense. Because for once, she wasn’t the center of attention. She was losing, and she hated it more than anything. I reached the car and yanked the door open, slipping into the driver’s seat. I was halfway through starting the engine when the passenger door opened and Evelyn climbed in beside me. “You just stood there,” she spat, slamming the door shut. “You didn’t even try to defend me!” I said nothing, staring straight ahead as the engine purred beneath my hands. My knuckles were white on the steeri