Zara's POV
They moved toward a table near the back, the women chatting easily while the other man held the door for them. Dom didn’t glance my way at all. He pulled out a chair and sat down like he belonged there, calm and composed, the same way he stood at the front of his classroom. My stomach tightened at the sight of him. Even in the middle of his colleagues, he carried that quiet authority that made the air around him feel heavier.
I must have been staring, because Marcus’s voice pulled me back. “Zara? You okay? You went all quiet on me.”
I blinked and turned back to him, feeling my cheeks warm. “Sorry. Just zoned out for a second.”
He followed my gaze toward the professors’ table and raised an eyebrow. “Do you know any of them? The tall guy looks familiar.”
I hesitated. I shoul
