Dominic stared at the fresh blood spilling from the corner of my mouth, freezing in place. The wine glass in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor.

"Hazel? Stop pretending... how could a few drinks..." His voice trembled, betraying a panic that refused to believe reality.

Lucas shoved Dominic aside as he tried to approach, his eyes cold as knives. "If you don't want a murder charge, get lost!"