As Suzy watched the scene unfold, Thomas stepped up beside her.
Without a word, he pulled her into his arms. The embrace was tight—far tighter than usual.
She paused for a moment but didn't struggle, letting him hold her.
She knew what he had just seen must have shaken him, too.
His eyes were still frighteningly red.
"I'm fine," she said softly, trying to reassure him.
Slowly, he loosened his grip, then leaned in to examine the thin cut on her neck.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Not anymore."
There had been a brief sting when the blade first touched her skin, but it had been tolerable.
After she knocked Victor down, even that faint pain had disappeared—replaced by a rush of fierce satisfaction.
Thomas studied her bright, steady eyes and couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh.
"I was worried about you," he said in a low voice.
When he had turned around and seen her pinned, a blade pressed against her throat…
