Third Person's POV
The hallway light flooded the room. Theodore threw a punch, knocking Cliff to the ground instantly.
Cliff wiped the blood from his lip, a cold glint in his eye. "Theodore?"
Theodore shrugged off his coat, wrapped it around Vanya to shield her, and held her close.
"Cliff, you really are despicable," Theodore said, his voice cold with anger.
Stewart arrived, out of breath.
He'd been left in the dust when Theodore sprinted upstairs.
"Vanya!" Stewart panted. "I called the police. They'll be here any second."
"Called the police?"
Cliff sneered. "Have you lost your mind?"
Theodore's involvement in shady businesses was no secret. Calling the police was a risky move.
Vanya was stunned too. She whispered, "Theodore! Do you know what you're doing?"
She wasn't sure if T
