*Shluck* *Thud*
As soon as his hand hovered an inch over Kary's skin, something flashed, and the hand fell to the ground.
Blood splashed on Kary's arm, her gaze icy, almost uncaring, as she stared at the man's now stumpy forearm.
The man didn't scream, much to his credit, but his pained grunting was immediately followed by the sound of guns pulling out and shouting.
"Put the gun down! Down! Now!"
The situation turned into a shouting contest, and a game of chicken, neither side wanting to back down.
Alex, in the meantime, was ready to pounce at a second's notice. He would kill anyone and everyone in the room if he needed to.
No one would touch a hair on Kary's head.
Kary bent down to the man who was grunting in pain, holding his stub amidst the chaos, and smiled at him. But it wasn't a happy or comforting smile.
"Here. Let me help you stop that bleeding."
