Hazel's POV
“It is a phone,” Marcus called out, snatching the object off the floor before anyone could panic further, relief and confusion mixing sharply across his face. “Just a phone. She was recording, not attacking.”
The tension in the theater broke all at once, gasps turning into confused murmuring as security finally reached Vivian and gently but firmly guided her away from the crowd toward a side room.
Julian’s arms were still locked tightly around me, his heart pounding hard enough that I could feel it through his jacket, and it took several long seconds before either of us managed to relax even slightly.
“I am sorry,” I heard him whisper against my hair. “I truly thought.”
“I know,” I said, my own hands still trembling as I pulled back to look at him. “I thought so too.”
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