Derrick's POV
I grabbed her.
Right before the shard reached Nathan's skin, I yanked it out of Anita's hand with so much force I thought her wrist would snap. She gasped, her entire body trembling like she'd just woken from a nightmare.
She pushed me away before taking a step back, as if terrified of me.
Her eyes flicked to me—before she turned her eyes to the crowd. Everybody had their eyes on her, their faces filled with questions and judgment.
"Anita?"
But she couldn't hear me. Her eyes were without focus, dancing from one person to another. Her eyes were the plot of the one she spilled, tears falling from them like a lake.
She looked broken. Furious. Unable to control her rage, but let her hands shake in response to the fury gathered inside of her.
"Anita," I called for her again, taking cautious steps to meet her, to apprehend her.
However, before I could touch her, she turned around and ran out.
