Christian gasps in horror, stumbling a little as he instantly drops his arm and fumbles at the knife, which falls to the floor. “Iris!” he cries, his voice shaking. “What the –“
But then he growls, grabbing my arm, tugging me aside. I gasp a little in surprise – not pain – and look up into his face.
“Iris, don’t you dare do that – don’t you dare ever jump in front of a f*****g knife –“
“But I –“
“You could have been hurt!”
“Christian!” I shout, slapping my hands hard against his muscled chest in desperate agony, shaking my head. “You were going to kill him!”
“I still f*****g am!” he shouts back at me, yanking my arm again, pulling me aside.
“No!” I shout, stumbling a little as Christian moves me out of the way and then bends for the knife. There’s a clatter at the door as Nico and F
