SOPHIA’S POV
Marcel's hand was still reaching for me when I shoved him hard in the chest. He stumbled backward, but I'd put too much force into it. My heel caught on the uneven tile and I lost my balance.
Suddenly, I felt myself falling forward. I was scared, already preparing myself for the fall but strong hands caught me before I hit the ground.
I looked up and found myself staring directly into Damien's eyes. His hands were firm on my waist, and we were so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. For a split second, I saw something in his dark eyes - something that looked almost like concern.
Then it was gone.
"Careful," he said. His voice was flat and emotionless. He set me back on my feet and immediately dropped his hands, like touching me had burned him.
