POV: Emilia
"Why do you continue to put yourself between danger and me, Enzo?" He growled as he grabbed my arm and pulled me across the collapsing passageway. His figure was stiff, his motions deliberate but quick, each stride a fight against time.
He yelled back, his voice tinged with irritation, "Because if it's between you and the world falling apart, I'll choose you every damned time." He turned to momentarily look at me, his black eyes glittering with an emotion I could not quite identify. Emilia, do not argue with me on this.
"I'm not a damsel, Enzo," I said, jerking my arm free. You cannot shield me from anything. Particularly not this.
"This is not about whether you can control yourself," he said, his tone more than usual stern. "This relates to the fact I cannot lose you."