Chaos erupted. People ran for the exit, trampling anyone slower than they were. My eyes searched for the waiter with the gun, afraid of a second shot, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Andrew yanked me by the waist and pulled me close to his body. He engulfed me with his arms. Four guards surrounded us while two rushed for Jeffrey.
“I’m all right, I’m all right,” I heard him say, though his voice sounded strained. “My vest protected me. Just take care of His Highness.”
As the reality of the situation started to hit me, I trembled against Andrew. I buried my face in his shoulder and wept.
“Shh, shh,” Andrew whispered as he stroked my hair. “Everything’s going to be all right. We’ll be out of here really soon, I promise.”
He turned to someone and said firmly, “Find that shooter. Don’t let
