Her knees go before her will does.
One moment she is pushing back from the table and the next the chair scrapes and her balance goes and I am already moving. My arms lock around her shoulders. Her weight comes into me hard and then settles.
"I've got you," I say.
Her skin is cold. Wrong cold. Her pulse flutters under my fingers where I hold her arm.
"Just my balance," she says, and tries to make it light, and her voice shakes in a way that has nothing to do with balance.
Adrian is beside her before I finish the thought. The composure he wore through the entire meal is gone. His hands go to her but he does not know where to put them and that uncertainty, on a man who is certain about everything, is harder to look at than the panic on his face.
"Why didn't you say you were dizzy?" His
