Chapter 18
Kiko barely heard the door as Beverly yanked it and ran out. Dom had recoiled from her and was clutching his upper arm with a hand, face visibly set as though he was gritting his teeth. Kiko moved to his side but hesitated to touch; there was blood leaking out from under Dom’s hand.
“Dom,” he said, heart pounding hard. “How bad is it?”
Kiko watched as Dom pulled his hand away, palm sticky and dark with his own blood. He stared at it almost as though curious with it, and Kiko decided to risk touching the man’s good arm. Dom shook his head.
“I’m fine,” he said. “We can’t let her get away.”
Kiko let his fingers encircle Dom’s good arm, gently. Dom was avoiding looking at him and Kiko would interpret that as a bad sign, but the cut didn’t look very deep from what he could see.
