That was all I needed.
I was already moving.
The hallway was electric. Staff whispered, hovered. Some were filming. Most just looked stunned. And in the center of it all,
Aria.
Fists clenched. Eyes wild. Hair disheveled from whatever scuffle she'd gotten into. Her heel was off. She must've taken it off to strike better.
And the man in front of her?
A bloated executive with blood at the corner of his mouth, screaming something incoherent and threatening.
I should've stopped her immediately.
But fuck, I missed that fire.
Missed her rage.
She raised her hand to land another punch—
And I stepped in, grabbing her wrist.
"That's enough," I said, quiet.
Her chest was heaving. She blinked up at me, amber eyes wide and dazed, caught between fury and relief.
That's when Ashlyn arrived, sweeping in like a storm in heels.
Behind her, a staff member hovered, breathless. "I went to get her, sir—"
"Good," I muttered, still not looking away from Aria.
