Dom's POV
My car was in the faculty lot and I got to it and got in and sat behind the wheel for exactly thirty seconds before I started the engine.
I was being irrational. I knew that. I knew it clearly and I started the engine anyway because knowing something was irrational and being able to stop doing it were two different things when the thing in question was Zara Pierce drunk at a college party with a man’s hands on her arm and that look on his face.
I pulled out of the lot.
The drive was eleven minutes. I knew because I watched the clock on the dashboard and counted them while I drove and told myself calm and reasonable things about why I was doing this.
She was a student. A first year — second semester but still effectively a first year. She was twenty-one and drunk at a party
