Rhea adjusted her stance, muscles coiled tight, ready for the rest of them — only to see every face before her frozen solid in shock.
Roff sat perched on the bed, his mouth slightly agape, disbelief flickering in his eyes. The second man hovered not far from her, shifting his weight from foot to foot, glancing from Keiran's limp form to Rhea as if trying to process the impossible.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered, voice cracking with nerves. "She just… dropped him? Like that" His eyes darted to Rhea again, widening when she tilted her chin slightly.
Rhea looked every bit like a fighter who'd already measured her opponents and found them lacking.
