Zara's POV
He was standing there in the cold in a dark coat, looking down at me like he had just walked out of one of my dreams and into the middle of a nightmare. His eyes moved over my face, then to the open car door behind me, then to Lincoln getting out of the driver’s side with his hands still over his eyes.
Dom’s eyes came back to me.
“Are you hurt?” he asked. Low. Direct. Calm in a way that didn’t feel calm at all.
I was shaking. I hadn’t noticed until he said it. My hands were shaking. My breath was coming too fast. My legs felt like they might give out.
“I’m fine,” I said.
He looked at me like he didn’t believe it. His hands stayed on my arms, warm and steady, and for a second I wanted to lean into him and let everything else disappear.
Then Lincoln came around the car.
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