Nathan’s P.O.V

The moment Tristan lunged, I didn’t even think—I just threw myself in front of Sophia, my arms spread wide like a human shield.

“Stay behind me,” I told her, my voice low but sharp. She gasped, clutching my shirt from behind, and I could feel the tremor in her hands. Tristan’s eyes were wild, his jaw clenched, and when I saw the flash of metal laying on the ground near my foot, I didn’t hesitate—I grabbed the knife before it could reach anywhere ...