All heads snapped toward the sudden flash.
Damian felt it before he fully registered it—the sharp, instinctive flare of anger rising in his chest. His jaw tightened as his eyes locked onto the source. A lone paparazzo stood a few feet away, camera still raised, its strap dangling around his neck like an accusation. The man looked terrified now, as though he had just realized exactly whose line he had crossed.
Damian didn't hesitate. His hand closed firmly around Alina's wrist, pulling her closer as he turned his body slightly, shielding both her and Liam. With long, purposeful strides, he guided them deeper into the crowd, melting into the movement of people until the man with the camera was swallowed by distance and noise.
