Chapter 186
ALEXANDER
The second Faith’s words hung in the air, I felt the tension ripple through Dominic. Her voice, raw and laced with betrayal, made me feel awkward just standing there. I could see why Faith felt the way she did. From her point of view, she was justified in wanting out of this chaos. Hell, I’d be furious too if I were in her shoes. But Dominic? I understood him, too. He was my brother in every sense that mattered, and even though I wanted to wring his neck for the mess he’d made, I knew where his beant was
All of this–every damn piece of this disaster–could be solved if they just sat down, had an honest conversation, and gave themselves time to heal. But Faith wasn’t ready for that, and Dominic wasn’t making it any easier.
The ride home was silently stifling. I kept looking over at Dominic, who was holding onto the steering wheel like it might dissolve under his hands. Faith sat up straight in the back, her eyes out the window, body angled away from Dominic as far as the confines of the car would allow. I’d offered to drive but Dominic waved me oft, now I wished that I had pushed the issue as this was my longest and most silent ride mer.
When we pulled into the driveway, I half expected Faith to bolt. Instead, she opened the door and stepped out with as much grace as she could, holding her head high though I could tell she was barely holding it together. Dominic moved to help her, his hand reaching out instinctively, but she recalled the he’d burned her.
“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip.
“Faith,” Dominic started, his voice softer now, pleading.
“NO“!
“She turned to face him, her eyes blazing “You’ve done enough.”
Stubborn as ever, Dominic ignored her. He bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and began walking toward the house. Faith fought him, her fists wealdy pushing against his chest.
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