Chapter 19
It would take so little. A slight increase in pressure, a small shift of her weight, and something in that wrist would snap cleanly enough that he would carry the injury for the rest of his life.
The thought alone was enough to snap her fully back into herself.
Callie released him abruptly, stepping back fast, putting real distance between them as the guard staggered, catching himself hard against the wall, cradling his wrist against his chest, wheezing through the pain and the fear both.
Her own chest heaved, breath coming in short, uneven gasps, her hands trembling now that the strange, cold clarity had passed and left ordinary fear and adrenaline flooding back in its place.
The guard stared at her, wide eyed, some of the drunken haze burned away entirely by pain and shoc
