THE GAZE that stares back at her is not one she knows, and her own gaze grows critical. dark blue eyes are almost black in the low light, watching every move he makes as her ears strain to find the source of the other voice in the room. her senses are fine tuned, better than what humans would consider average, but she is no fox, she cannot see in the dark. she pinpoints it, she thinks, or at least the general direction it comes from, and she slides ever so slightly along the wall in that direction. her heart breaks when her gaze centers on nate again, yet she must push it down. if there is one thing she has always excelled at it is putting duty ahead of affection, and so for now she can bite back her tears. if she wept it would do nothing to keep him alive, to keep him safe. it was for the best that she tried to end this now. kill the other, break their hold on nate. simpleā¦easyā¦maybe easy if she had ever really learned to fight. from a distance she could pick the other off without a thought, but with nate between them?
as he reaches for her her hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist. if she squeezed tight enough she knew that the bone might splinter and crack, at least if he had been as fragile as he was before. she keeps pressure, pushing back with just enough force to keep his grasp out of reach of her neck. ā nate, please. i donāt want to hurt you. ā truthfully, torvi isnāt sure she can hurt him, perhaps just keep him at bay long enough to get past him, ā its me, remember? ā she imagines whoever they sent must be getting impatient and so she waits for it, to hear weight shift from one foot to the other, the slight creaking of the floorboard. her eyes widen when she does hear it, and quickly she moves, ducking beneath his arm before twisting the one she holds. just enough to switch their positions, he between her and the wall, she between him and the other man. errant black curls fall over her shoulders, some in her face as she does. between that and the nightgown she wears, she finds herself slower than sheād like.
even still she lets go, turning quick to head in the direction. of the voice sheād heard. ā iām sorry. ā despite herself she apologizes, for she has never raised anything but a gentle hand to him before. but getting past him was more important. if this hy*dra agent couldnāt speak anymore that would end it, right? like pulling a plug on a computer, it should stop everything. ( she doesnāt want to consider the idea that he may have to be temporarily taken out for this to happen, doesnāt want this to happen again and so the other must go first) all she can do is hope that her speed was enough to catch him by surprise and so she attempts to run, bare feet across wooden floors. heart pounding as she attempts to protect the one thing in this realm which truly matters to her.