My heart sunk into the very pits of my being as I watched Blair lunge for the man who she was supposed to be able to call her brother. Every atom is my body was pulled as tight as a coil, every single one of those atoms relying heavily on my self-control, just as the rest of me was, if not more or worse.
Somehow I succeeded in willing myself to step backwards, succeeding in willing myself to do so even before she made contact with him. Everyone had been ready for this, everyone had been anticipating this since the moment that we had seen them approaching—so why did it feel like my heart was in my throat and in my feet at the same time?
I knew that this was going to happen, knew that I would have to stand back and watch her maul her brother to shreds, or watch as he did it to her, and I
