Amara's eyes darted between the two brothers like she'd stumbled into a place she was never meant to see.
She couldn't even blink. From everything they had said, what she was able to grab that wasn't so confusing was that Dominic wasn't purely just a business tycoon as the world thinks.
"Say something, Dom." Ronan's voice broke. His voice was low but jagged. His hand trembled, and even when clenched into a fist they wouldn't stop shaking. His eyes watered. "Fucking say something."
Dominic remained still. Unblinking. His silence filled the room heavier than Ronan's rage ever could. His eyes spoke, but his mouth refused.
Pain flickered in his eyes. Sadness too. And the faintest shadow of regret, buried so deep that it was almost swallowed whole.
"You used to laugh a lot, you know?" Ronan whispered, like confessing a secret.
"Out, Rodger." Dominic's voice finally tore through the silence, harsh, and commanding. Ronan finally pushed a button. "You too, Amara."
