Zara
The second I open the door, Locke steps inside, bringing the cold, rainy night air with him. His broad shoulders fill my narrow doorway so completely that the already-tiny apartment seems to shrink around his massive frame and presence.
The door closes behind him. I lock it automatically, fingers moving through the familiar sequence of deadbolt, chain, second lock, and when I finally turn around, I find him watching me. Really watching me.
The fury that I saw through the peephole is still there, dark and cold beneath the surface, but when his eyes land on me, it shifts into something else entirely.
Worry.
His gaze goes immediately to my cheek. "Let me see that."
"I'm fine, Locke.” I put the peas back on the rapidly-darkening bruise. “I’m icing it, so no real harm done.”
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