Chapter 32
Samantha’s POV
I froze at the bottom of the porch steps when I saw him. He was there, standing in the shadow of the old oak tree at the edge of the driveway. Dominic.
His eyes locked on mine instantly, and he looked like he had a thousand questions in his head and had no idea which one to ask first.
For a moment, neither of us moved. It was like the world had stilled, leaving just the two of us in this charged, suffocating silence.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep walking, ignoring the way my pulse raced and the way my wolf stirred uneasil, yet delightedly inside me. Though I did not share the same joy she felt.
“Samantha.”
His voice stopped me dead in my tracks. Deep, rough, and filled with something I could not quite name, or one that I refused to — longing.
I did not turn around. “I have nothing to say to you.” I did not want to look into his eyes and feel guilty to all the lies that I said. Lena said he had changed, and that he was devastated when I left, and he was here to make amends, which I was not yet ready to.
“That’s not going to work,” he said, stepping closer. I could feel him behind me now, too close for comfort. “Not this time.”
I turned slowly, keeping my expression as neutral as possible even though my heart was pounding against my ribs. “What do you want, Dominic?”
He stared at me like he could not believe I was real, his gaze scanning my face as if looking for something he had lost.
“You’ve been gone for six years,” he began. “Six years, Samantha. And yet you act like nothing happened?”