The room was not empty.
That was the thing Dominic had either not noticed or had not cared about. Cullen was at the table, eating dinner. The top three guy was near the far end with his own partner seated on his lap. Finn was by the service area. All of them are present, and now all of them are aware of exactly what Dominic had just announced to the VIP cafeteria.
Ruaan pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, disappointed.
He looked at Dominic. He wished he were strong enough to tightly wrap his fingers around his neck and hold it there for ten minutes.
"You came here to tell me this," Ruaan said. His voice was very even. "What exactly do you gain from doing that?"
"Everything." Dominic grabbed his shoulder. "I'm the one who was supposed to be in that position. Not him. Not some officer you've known for three weeks." His voice cracked slightly at the edges. "You're still my fiancée, Ruaan. Do you understand how much this hurts?"
