“I don’t want a mouse for a pet!” he bursts out, eyes flashing with temper. “God damn it, I want—” Dom’s mouth snaps shut, and my lips twist bitterly, choosing to ignore that he’s insulted Eden twice now. I won’t let it slide a third. “She’s gone, Dom.” He shakes his head sharply, like that wasn’t where he was going, even though we both know it was.
