*Zeke*
Josh snarled furiously at Eric, baring his teeth and raising his hackles. The same rage simmered in my chest, but I forced myself to stay level-headed. This wasn’t the time to lose control.
Mira’s helpless and desperate expression from earlier kept haunting me. I had seen it all in her eyes—when she raised that dagger, she wasn’t just ready to kill Bryce; she was ready to die herself. The guilt, the pain, the consequences… she was prepared to shoulder it all just to protect Carlos and Jane, one of whom probably couldn’t even be considered as her friend.
The thought of what could have happened if I’d arrived any later made my blood boil. I clenched my jaw, my heart aching. This foolish, but brave girl.
Blood was dripping from her arm, staining half of her white shirt crimson, but she was still standing. Thank the Goddess.