Eleanor’s POV
Though my reflexes were crap, due to the horse tranquilizer gifted to me by Liam, his was very much active. Ryan’s arm flung wide and missed Liam by a mile. In Ryan’s defense, he was still pretty out of it as well, and I cherished the thought of Ryan coming to my defense no matter what.
Liam calmly and collectively side-stepped my gamma and shoved him into the chair he had vacated.
“You will sit quietly and listen. Do you understand?” Liam shouted.
“f**k you! If you hurt her in any way, I’ll slice you into pieces! No one will-” Ryan screamed back.
“Ryan,” I interrupted. “I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me. We’ve been having a lovely chat.”
He looked over at me in embarrassment. “Oh, het. You’re fine?”
“I’m good, but thanks. I appreciate you trying to kill my potential murder
