Aria's POV
I spun around just in time to see a figure lunging out of the shadows—a man, middle-aged, wild-eyed, with a knife gleaming in his hand.
The blade arced toward me.
Instinct kicked in. I twisted to the side, my body remembering the self-defense classes I'd taken years ago. The knife missed me by inches.
The man recovered fast, coming at me again.
*Where the hell is security?*
I dodged again, my heart slamming against my ribs.
My muscles screamed, adrenaline flooding my veins. I saw an opening—his wrist, exposed—and I moved to grab it, to twist, to disarm him.
But then Vanessa was there.
She threw herself between us.
"NO!"
The knife bit into her wrist, slicing deep. Blood sprayed across the pavement.
Vanessa crumpled with a scream.
Two guard
