"Dominic," Serene called weakly.
Dominic snapped his head up and pointed his gun straight at her.
Serene's breath hitched sharply. Her face paled. She had not expected he would point a gun at her. For a woman whom he had met only a few days ago?
"Are you going to shoot me?" Tears burned her eyes. But the ache in her chest hurt far more than fear.
Dominic clenched his jaw. He said nothing. He didn't lower the gun either.
"She was trying to run away," Serene yelled desperately. "I was only punishing her."
"You—" Dominic's voice shook with fury.
His finger twitched slightly on the trigger. For a split second, it truly seemed like he might pull it. But then his gaze flickered back to Mila.
She was battered, bleeding, and unconscious. She needed him. Right now, he had to take her to the hospital.
"I'll deal with you later."
