Nyx
I don't know when my body moved.
One second I was standing frozen at the edge of the clearing, watching the tension between Thorne and Ashriel coil tighter and tighter like a live wire stretched to its breaking point, thick, electric, and ready to snap with devastating consequences.
The next…
I was there. Literally standing in front of Thorne, my smaller frame positioned like a fragile shield between two storms of raw power and simmering resentment.
My brain lagged several frantic heartbeats behind my body. *What the hell am I doing?*
It wasn't planned. It wasn't logical. It wasn't even smart. It just… happened. An instinctive, reckless impulse that overrode every survival instinct screaming in my head.
And I hated how quickly the reason crystallized in my mind.
