CIAN
Fia moved before I could fully process what was happening, before my mind could even catch up to what my eyes were seeing.
One moment, she was beside me, close enough that I could feel her presence without looking. The next, she had stepped in front of me, placing herself directly between me and Pryce's gun.
Her body became a barrier, rigid and unyielding, as though she believed she could stop a bullet with nothing but her own flesh.
My hand reacted before I could think. I reached out, caught her arm, and yanked her back with enough force that she stumbled, her balance breaking as she was forced to catch herself against the chair to keep from falling.
"What are you doing?" The words came out sharper than I intended, edged with something I didn't bother to soften.
I didn't wait for an answer. I pushed her behind me and stepped forward, reclaiming the space she had taken, placing myself back in the line of fire where I belonged.
I didn't look at Pryce.
I looked at her.
