Third person's POV
After Dustin disappeared, the crowd also began to go with him.
Moxie on the other hand stood there for a second too long, her body still locked in place like it hadn’t gotten the message that the danger was gone. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where he had just been, her breathing shallow and uneven as if each inhale struggled to reach her lungs. The adrenaline that had kept her upright moments ago began to drain all at once, leaving behind something far worse, raw panic that came crashing in without warning.
George noticed the change in her composure immediately. The anger that had been burning through him only seconds ago didn’t disappear, but it redirected instantly, pushed aside by something more urgent. “Moxie.” he called in a low and quiet voice, watching her
