Leila’s mind raced, her body frozen as the hooded figure lunged toward her. Everything moved in slow motion—the glint of the knife, the tension in Jack’s stance, and the unrelenting fury in Ethan’s eyes as he charged toward them.
Time snapped back into place.
Jack moved faster than she expected, throwing himself between her and the attacker, his arms outstretched as he collided with the man. The two of them tumbled to the ground, the knife clattering across the pavement. But before Jack could get up, two more hooded figures closed in, grabbing him and pinning him down.
“Jack!” Leila screamed, panic flooding her chest.
She moved instinctively toward him, but Ethan’s hand was suddenly on her arm, pulling her back with more force than she expected. His grip was firm and commanding, and fo
