FIA
"Was it?" My voice softened. "Was everything really fine? Or were you just not paying attention?"
"Fuck you." She turned and stormed toward the pool. I thought she was leaving. Thought this was over.
But she grabbed a pool chair. Lifted it. Started to swing it toward me.
The Omega screamed.
I dove to the side. The chair missed me by inches. It crashed into the ground where I'd been standing. Metal scraped against stone.
Elara grabbed for it again.
But this time, I did not move out of fear. I moved with intention.
Her fingers barely closed around the metal before my hand wrapped around her wrist. A simple twist. A sharp pivot of my foot. Her body turned with the force whether she wanted it to or not. The chair slipped from her grip and clattered harmlessly to the ground.
She stumbled forward with a shocked breath.
I stepped in close.
