"Goodness," Leon lamented, throwing his hands up in theatrical despair. "She can't even see someone as handsome as me standing here!"
Isaac ignored him completely.
He stepped forward, his cold eyes fixed on Rowan's bloodied figure, and extended his hand toward one of his men. The operative didn't hesitate; he placed his rifle into his master's palm without a word.
The weight of the weapon settled into Isaac's grip like an extension of his own arm.
"Don't shoot!" Rowan yelled, his voice filled with desperation. He staggered sideways, trying to position himself more firmly between Isaac's gun and Sienna. There was no way he would be dying here today. "I am warning you…"
Isaac's gaze shifted past Rowan and locked eyes directly with Sienna.
She held his gaze; though she was pale and frightened, her eyes were filled with trust she herself didn't understand that he would handle the situation perfectly.
