Luca's mind raced through possibilities at lightning speed.
Was it loaded? How had it gotten here? How in the world did she open the box when it was supposed to be locked?
Was the safety on? Could he get to her before—
"Fefe..."
He said, his voice suddenly calm—too calm, the kind of calm that came from sheer survival instinct.
"Fefe, sweetheart. I need you to do exactly what I say, okay?"
Fefe blinked up at him, confused by all the adults on the ground.
"Okay, Hero. But my bow is broken. Can you fix it?"
"I can fix it." Luca said, taking a slow, careful step toward her. "I can definitely fix it. But first, I need you to very, very gently put it down on the ground."
"Can you do that for me?"
Fefe looked down at the heavy thing in her arms.
"But it's really heavy..."
"I know it is. You're so strong for carrying it all this way. But now you can put it down, okay? Right there on the ground. Very slowly."
