Zephyr’s eyes widened in shock as he caught sight of the knife, the gleam of its blade slipping from behind the man’s belt.
“Stop him!” Zephyr’s voice rang out, but it felt distant, drowned beneath a rush of urgency pounding in his head. Beside him, Jason stood frozen, saying something Zephyr couldn’t quite make out. The world blurred, the edges of his vision sharpening only on the blade inches from Anthony's skin.
Without hesitation, Zephyr sprang forward. He lunged, slamming the man's wrist aside, sending the knife flying before it could pierce Anthony's stomach.
The blade clattered to the floor and instantly the man snatched it from the ground and rushed into the night.
A few people saw what had happened, they held themselves shocked at the sight, but Zephyr didn't relent.
“Get him
