He knew he wasn’t thinking straight, but Dom didn’t particularly care at the moment. Somewhere during the stress of the situation, the fear for Kiko should he go after Beverly, the stifling heat, the deep sting of the cut, Dom had become intent on stopping Beverly and solely stopping Beverly. He ran after her now, thinking he should be gaining on her and yet unable to, cursing the steep incline.
He only noticed he’d run past her when he heard something behind him and turned, throwing up his already injured arm to protect against the knife as she swiped it at him. He didn’t understand how she could be so smart under the pressure—he wasn’t. But her swing missed as he stumbled backward. He tried to put a tree between them as she drew her arm back for another try. Adrenaline and a quick react
