Zara's POV
Lincoln stayed against the car, one hand pressed to his nose, breathing hard and fast. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just watched Dom walk away from him like he was afraid that if he even blinked too loud, Dom would come back and finish what he started.
Dom came back to me.
He stopped right in front of me and looked me over like he was checking every inch for damage. His eyes were still dark from what he had just done to Lincoln, but when they landed on my face they softened just a little at the edges. He reached out and touched my arm, just above the elbow. His fingers were warm and steady, and I could feel the heat of them through my thin coat. It made something low in my belly tighten.
“Are you hurt?” he asked again. His voice was quieter now, but it still had that
