HARPER
OMG!
That bitch actually shot him.
I fussed over Dominic, trying to guide him away from the door toward the couch, but he gripped my hand, halting me, then straightened with a wince.
I frowned up at him as he started walking down the hallway, barely acting like he was injured. "What are you doing?"
"Going to my room."
"Of course, I can see that," I snapped, glowering at his back. "I'm trying to check the severity of the wound your deranged ex-wife left on you, and that's the best you can come up with?!"
"I'm fine," he said, waving a hand dismissively, then stumbled.
"I can see that," I muttered sarcastically.
I marched forward and stopped him from moving any further, my throat tightening as I stared at his shoulder again.
"I need to check that, Dominic," I said softly. "I need to be sure it doesn't need a doctor."
"I'm really fine, baby—"
"Not until I say so." I cut in, shooting him a warning look, daring him to challenge me again.
