Neoma stepped closer to Sol, her hand brushing lightly against his arm in an attempt to calm him. “Sol,” she said softly, “let’s hear her out.”
But he wasn’t listening. His anger boiled over, and before anyone could stop him, he lunged across the room, his movements swift and precise. His hand shot out, aiming for Blue’s collar, but Blue was faster. He dodged the attack with practiced ease, his arms coming up to shield his face as he stepped back.
The room erupted into chaos. Joule moved to intervene, his voice rising in alarm, but Neoma was quicker. She stepped between them, her hands pressing firmly against Sol’s chest to stop him from advancing further.
“Stop!” she cried, her voice sharp and commanding. “Sol, stop!”
He froze, his chest heaving as he glared at Blue over her shoulder.
