[Evelina's POV—Between Cars—Continuation]
I didn't accuse him.
I didn't raise my voice.
I did something far worse.
I waited.
"Rowan," I said lightly, not taking my eyes off the guard, "bring the first-aid kit from the trunk. Alina scraped her knee earlier."
Rowan's gaze flicked to me and then at the guard, who was suspiciously too close to us, and his gaze didn't leave Alina.
He understood instantly.
"Yes, Miss."
He moved—but not toward the trunk. He shifted position instead, cutting a subtle angle that boxed the guard in from the side. Theo noticed too. His body language changed—not aggressive yet. Focused. Like a predator lowering its center of gravity before the strike.
The guard smiled again.
Too fast.
Too practiced.
"There's no need for that," he said. "The back car is safer. We should hurry. You will find a first-aid kit in there. That's much safer, miss."
