My face iced over, glare arctic—heart a frozen knot.
No words wasted; just flicked a paw, signaling the shadows to boot him.
"Don't—please." He swung wild, scattering the nearest bruisers, eyes glassing wet, pinned on me desperate.
I stayed stone-cold, no thaw—just nodded the shadows at the door. They swarmed, clamping him down tight.
Edward wrapped his call, stepping out cold into the snarl—pushed his frames, murder flickering deep.
He slid in front, blocking my line, scanning my face soft. "You good?"
I mustered a half-smile, looping his arm, head-shake: all clear.
He exhaled slow, then raked Ian with cool disdain. "Ian—pack office circling the drain, and you sniff us out? Hoping my lady mops your mess?"
Edward's polish hid fangs—his jab landed flush, flushing Ian crimson.
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