I grabbed my epinephrine pen—my lifeline for my severe peanut allergy. I always carried it in case of accidental exposure.
But then Selena’s weak voice cut through. “Rowan… I can’t breathe…”
She clutched her chest, her face pale, collapsing backward—
“Selena!”
Gabriel caught her just in time.
“Bro, she’s having an allergic reaction!”
Rowan froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing as he remembered I’d ordered seafood soup. His face darkened, and he stormed toward me.
I was lifting my skirt, about to inject myself, when he grabbed my wrist with crushing force, snatching the pen away.
I looked up, stunned, meeting his icy glare. “You caused Selena’s reaction. She gets the pen first.”
Without hesitation, he strode to Selena and injected her with swift precision.
Gabriel’s cool voice hit me
