The moment Dominic entered the study, his composure cracked completely. Until now, he had been holding himself. But when he was alone, he let out his frustration and anger.
Crash
A glass flew across the room and shattered against the wall.
"Damn it." His breath came out harsh, uneven. "I trusted her, gave her freedom. But she didn't appreciate it."
He dragged a hand through his hair. His calmness had gone. What remained was frustration.
"To get out of this place, she didn't hesitate to steal a weapon. She even attacked the guard."
His chest felt tight, too tight. He had seen the anger in his men's eyes. Their desperation didn't go unnoticed by him. They were watching, waiting to see what he would do.
He couldn't ignore it, no matter what Mila meant to him, no matter how much it hurt to see her in pain.
Locking her up again felt wrong. He knew it would hurt her, break her heart. But giving her freedom would be worse.
