Scrambling on the stage, tripping over wires and microphone stands, Steve finally stopped and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose, ignoring the burn of acrid smoke. Keeping the panic at bay, he opened his eyes again and searched through the red light and smoke until he saw her.
Harmony stood with her back to the audience, her hands over her stomach in a protective manner. He rushed toward her and, without a thought, scooped her into his arms and bodily carried her off the stage, surrounded by security personnel who belatedly sprang into action. Under their direction, they did not stop in the green room but kept going through the hall and out the side door to their bus. The driver shut the door immediately behind Steve and drove away, a security agent standing next to hi
