~LAYLA~
"Security!" Isabelle shouted again in a shrill voice.
Two uniformed guards rushed in but then paused, glancing between the crying aristocrat, who looked perfectly put together, and the man in the tuxedo, who seemed strong enough to take them down easily.
One guard stepped forward, reaching for my arm. "Ma'am, you need to…"
Before he even finished his sentence, Axel moved. One moment he was beside me, the next, he was chest-to-chest with the guard, blocking his path.
He didn't shove him; he just stood there, giving off a stay-away-or-I-break-your-hand vibe.
"Touch her," Axel said in a terrifyingly calm voice, "and you will need a trauma team for yourself."
The guard froze, his hand hovering in mid-air. He looked at Axel's eyes and saw he meant every word. He slowly lowered his hand.
