"...Father… I… hiks… I'm so scared… I'm scared I'll die faster than I'm supposed to…"
My tears burst out again—louder, messier, more of everything.
Father immediately surged forward. His expression changed instantly: sharp, dark, as if our family sword was demanding blood.
"Who will die fast? WHO dares do that to my daughter?"
I hadn't even had a chance to answer, because—
BRUK
Dominic suddenly shoved Father's face aside like moving a closet door, then pushed his face right up to mine.
So close. Very. More. Close.
I could see everything: his wet eyelashes, his reddened nose, AND the remnants of snot he had just hastily wiped away.
Dominic's handsome face had now turned into an impromptu clown whose makeup was smeared off by crying with both hands.
Oh God… truly similar.
I widened my eyes and automatically leaned back. Dominic, however, followed, pushing his face closer, as if trying to check if I still had a pulse.
