Everyone looks down.
Wren’s heel has come down hard on his foot.
He swears.
“Little—”
Before he can finish, she drives her elbow backward into his ribs.
The hit isn’t perfect.
But it’s enough to make him stagger.
Russ grins.
“I like her.”
Adam’s rifle shifts slightly.
“Take the shot?” Russ murmurs.
“Too risky,” Adam answers quietly.
Mara grabs Wren’s arm before she can break free completely.
But her grip isn’t as tight as before.
“You’re making this worse,” Mara says.
Wren breathes hard but keeps glaring.
“Good.”
The man behind her recovers and shoves her forward.
Hard.
She stumbles.
My control snaps.
I step off the porch.
Adam’s hand catches my shoulder.
“Boone.”
I shake him off.
“That’s enough.”
Mara’s voice rises slightly.
“Stop.”
But I keep walking.
One step.
