Dane
One moment he was trying to impress on Delilah how valuable she was to him. The next the room behind him exploded.
Every molecule in his body lit up at the same moment.
Alarm. Fear. Rage.
He threw himself between Delilah and the attackers, crouching to cover her and be ready to flee or fight. It was reflex to pull his gun from the holster at his back with one hand, while holding Delilah with the other, scanning the room for the closest target as he forced her to stay back, even when she clawed as his arm.
But, gun trained there, then there, then there…he blinked. And blinked. And blinked again. It was so instinctive to identify threat, at first he couldn't understand the riot of color and noise in front of him. The smiling faces and bright shapes. His heart thumped so loudly in his ears, he knew Delilah was speaking, but he couldn't make out the words.
