𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
The shot rang out, my heart almost lurching from my chest past my throbbing ribs. My mind ordered me to dodge, but a mix of resignation and horror had taken me over completely.
A blur of movement, all too fast for my eyes to track, and suddenly Cyrus was in front of me—his body a shield between me and the bullet. The impact hit him square in the chest, tearing through fabric but not flesh. His shirt hung in tatters, revealing smooth, unmarred skin beneath.
The tension in the room could have sparked a forest fire as silence settled after the blow, but no one seemed alarmed at a Scion being shot. I had known them long enough, and seen enough, to know they were impervious to most things.
Zayne was already on the move, his voice stern. "You could have harmed someone. No one has time for your games."
