°Amy’s POV°
Jeremy’s hand on my ankle froze me in place. My stomach dropped, and my mind just went blank. He found me again. I couldn’t even scream—I was stuck, like my body had given up.
And then, in one fast blur, Christian was there.
I barely saw him before his fist connected with Jeremy’s jaw. The sound was brutal, and Jeremy hit the ground instantly and he didn’t move.
I gasped, losing my grip on the window, but Christian’s arms were already catching me, holding me tight before I could fall. His chest rose and fell hard against mine, but his grip didn’t waver.
“You’re safe. I got you,” he muttered quickly, almost like he was trying to convince himself too.
I just nodded, even though my hands were still trembling.
Christian didn’t waste time. He pulled me the rest of the way thr
