Chapter 76: Cleaning his wounds

The ride home was quiet, but not uncomfortably so.

Dominic drove with one hand lazily curled around the wheel, veins stark against the golden hour light. The other arm draped across the door like he had all the time in the world.

God, he looked unfairly good like that.

Serena didn’t speak, but her gaze kept returning to the bruises. They were impossible to miss now, the fading sunlight painting ea