CHAPTER 218 THE SHOWDOWN

DOMINIC I stalked past my curious-faced mother, ignoring her question about what was wrong as I stormed into my room and slammed the door loudly. I couldn't recall the last time I had reacted so intensely; I had always taken pride in my ability to maintain self-control, but not at that moment. Despite my best efforts to blame Darius' disrespect while I was at their house, I knew that my anger and frustration had much deeper roots. Minerva is shutting me out. It could be unintentional. A small voice whispered in my mind, but I pushed it away as I began to pace around the room. She was most likely ignoring me on purpose; there were no logical explanations as to why she hadn't answered any of my forty-six calls and had not even attempted to return any. I paused as my attention went straight to the whisky bottle on top of the small fridge in my room. I gazed at it for several moments, deep in contemplation. It seemed to be beckoning me in, and I couldn't resist. Fuck it. I hurried