Kael didn’t move. He didn’t release Nia. Neither did Davon. And for the first time since this started—they didn’t back down.
Alia’s gaze sharpened. “Move aside Kael.”
Kael’s grip on Nia tightened. “No.”
Davon stepped up beside them, arms crossed. “You’ll have to go through us first.”
"You’re acting foolish." She snapped, her eyes closing in on Nia.
Nia barely had the strength to lift her head, but the tension in the room was enough to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Alia stood stubbornly, her sharp gaze locked onto Nia.
A chill ran through her, but before she could react, Kael and Davon moved.
Kael stepped forward first, his stance casual, but the sharpness in his eyes was anything but. Davon was less restrained. He was already between them before Alia could take another
