I stood my ground, glass shard still clutched in my hand as the reporters pressed closer. Their faces blurred together into a predatory mass, cameras flashing like lightning. The cut on my palm stung, but I barely noticed it anymore.
"Just give us something juicy, Elara," Josh taunted, his recorder still thrust toward my face. "One little breakdown. That's all we need."
My jaw clenched. "You'll have to do better than that."
I shifted my weight, calculating how much force I'd need to push through the human barrier. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I wouldn't let them trap me here like an animal.
"Step aside," I demanded one last time.
Josh leaned in closer. "Make me."
That was it. I was done. I drew my arm back, not sure what I was about to do, but knowing I wouldn't regret it.
Before I could move, a deep voice cut through the chaos like a knife.
"I believe the lady asked you to move."
