Determined to get to Vanity, Augustus almost ran towards the other side. He could have helped. He could have reached Guiller. He could have beaten that man to a pulp right when he displayed signs of hostility. But Janvick and Shawn were there to stop him, prevent him from doing just that.
For whatever reason his friends thought of, Augustus felt betrayed. Why would they stop him from landing a punch on Guiller's jaw and knocking the latter out for even thinking of hurting Vanity?
“Guiller. F*ck it, man! Don't!” Augustus yelled.
But before he could process what was happening, though, it was already done. Vanity received a good hit at her nape. And then, she was lying on the floor after one loud growl, unconscious.
Augustus could compare her to a peacefully sleeping kid. Unproblematic.
