The group's eyes darted between the attacker and Dominique, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. Dominique's gaze was fixed on the girl, his face a picture of confusion. He seemed to be grappling with the possibility that her words might be true. As he thought about it, his confusion only deepened, his brow furrowing in disbelief.
The girl's eyes narrowed, her eyebrow arching as she sensed Dominique's unease. "Don't tell me you're him," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "Even if you are, I'm not sorry for shooting at you."
"You'd kill your own father?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with shock.
The girl shrugged nonchalantly. "Your words, not mine."
"Hold on a second," Dominique cut in, his voice suddenly desperate. "Where is Ace? Is he here?"
