Chapter 5 A Damsel In Distress Or Not

• RUBY'S POV
• Dominic Rutherford's growl shocked me just as much as it shocked Julia. I sprang back, pressing myself against the corner of the bathroom. The water from the sink still burned against my throat, and I coughed and spluttered to get it all out.
• Julia froze, her hands trembling as she backed away from me. Her confidence seemed to crumble under his sharp glare, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I saw fear in her eyes.
• Dominic Rutherford stepped further inside, his presence consuming the room. “I asked you a question, woman, and for your own good, you'd better answer me."
• “I—I wasn’t—” Julia stammered, but Dominic Rutherford cut her off with a single, biting word.
• “Enough.”
• He turned to me then, his eyes locking into mine just enough to make my knees wobble. Before I could speak or even breathe properly, his strong hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me up with ease.
• The heat of his touch startled me, but it was his scent that undid me. A heady mix of dark amber and cedarwood, spiked with a hint of something smoky and dangerous. It was intoxicating, pulling me in even though I wanted to resist.
• No, no, no, no! My mind screamed. Why did it have to be him?
• Dominic Rutherford didn’t so much as glance at me as he positioned me behind him, shielding me from Julia as though I were some damsel in distress, which I wasn't. Why was this hulk of a man treating me like some baby?
• The thought grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t deny the slight comfort his towering frame brought.
• He fixed his gaze on Julia. His face was passive, but there was something burning in his eyes, and it scared even me. “Why were you demanding a key from her?”
• Julia opened her mouth, but no words came out.
• “I’m waiting,” he grunted.
• Julia swallowed hard. “It’s... n...none of your business!”
• “Wrong answer.” Dominic Rutherford took a step closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey. “I’ll ask again: why were you trying to drown her? What’s so important about this key?”
• Julia stuttered. "Like I said, It Is none of your business."
• "I will make it my business if I want to."
• “It—it’s personal—"
• “Personal?” Dominic Rutherford echoed, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “You mean personal enough to commit attempted murder in a public place?”
• “I wasn’t trying to kill her!” Julia protested, her voice rising in desperation.
• Dominic Rutherford cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so holding someone’s head under water is your idea of a joke? Forgive me if I don’t find it amusing.”
• Julia took a step back, her heel hitting the tiled floor with a faint squeak.
• He tilted his head, studying her with a cold intensity that made my skin prickle. “You do realize I know how to find you, don’t you? If you lie to me again, I will make sure you, and everybody related to you, regrets it.”
• Julia’s face went pale. “I—I didn’t mean to hurt her!”
• Dominic Rutherford’s laugh was humorless. “Funny. You looked pretty determined when I walked in.”
• I stood frozen behind him, watching the exchange like it was some twisted play. My throat still burned from the water I’d swallowed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Dominic Rutherford. He was commanding, ruthless, and utterly terrifying—but he was also strangely captivating.
• Julia’s gaze darted to the door, and I saw the exact moment she decided to run.
• “Don’t you dare—” Dominic Rutherford started, but it was too late.
• Julia bolted toward the exit, shoving past him with surprising force.
• Dominic Rutherford moved fast, his reflexes sharper than I would’ve imagined for a man his size. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around with enough force to make her stumble.
• “Let me go!” she shrieked, clawing at his grip.
• Their struggle was chaotic, bodies twisting and colliding in the small space. Then, in the chaos, Julia’s hand shot up and caught the edge of his mask.
• The thick golden material tore away, clattering to the ground like a fallen leaf.
• And for the first time, I saw the man beneath the mask.
• The entire room seemed to go still. The music from the ballroom outside was muffled now, distant and irrelevant compared to what I was seeing.
• Dominic Rutherford froze and straightened, his hand still gripping Julia’s arm. His face was as striking as I’d imagined—but it was the left side that stole my breath.
• And there it was—a long line of serrated, jagged flesh, running down the left side of his face.
• Julia seized that opportunity to turn and dash out of the bathroom, but I didn't care anymore. My eyes were fixed on the man before me.
• Dominic Rutherford bent down swiftly, snatching the mask off the floor and placing it back over his face. His movements were sharp, deliberate, as though hiding his scar could erase the moment it was revealed.
• But I was already very curious. “What happened to your face?” I asked, taking a cautious step forward.
• His head whipped around, blue eyes blazing. “It’s none of your concern.”
• His tone was a warning, but I wasn’t one to back down easily. “I’m just asking a question. You don’t need to bite my head off,” I replied, folding my arms. "You can tell me."
• A muscle twitched in his jaw. “Stay out of things you don’t understand!” he snapped.
• That should have been the end of it. I should’ve shut up, turned around, and walked out of that bathroom. But the stubborn woman in me refused to let him have the last word.
• “Wow,” I said, with a bitter laugh. “You save someone’s life, bark orders at them, and then act like you’re God’s gift to the world? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not as intimidating as you think.”
• His eyes darkened instantly to an almost black colour. He took one step closer, and I stumbled backwards in surprise.
• “You don’t know when to stop, do you?” he growled, giving me a lazy once-over with his eyes. "You're a feisty woman."
• “Maybe if you weren’t such a control freak, people wouldn’t feel the need to push back,” I shot back at his face.
• That was it. The thread holding him together snapped. In a flash, he was in front of me, his movements a blur of speed.
• And before I knew what was happening, his hand was gripping my neck and pressing me against the wall.