Comfortably perched on the barstool next to the temporary bar that was set up for the party, Inez gave the entire hall another look over. She didn't see Dominic, which she considered a good thing. Other than getting rid of his creepy presence from her life, Inez hoped that Dominic would snap out of whatever he was going through. He was wasting away his time and destroying his pack and his reputation for a bond that had ceased to exist the very day he rejected her.
At least for her.
She had told him again and again that she would only give him three chances. If he fucked them up, she would never, ever forgive him. Inez knew that it was a shitty thing to do. Her words were not written in stone; she could take them back if she wanted to. She could see that Dominic was in pain, that he was going through some serious withdrawal symptoms, but that was on him.
