(Hannah's POV)
I acted impulsively.
I know that now in a way that's different from knowing it when I made the call. Knowing it then was a strategy. Knowing it now — watching Sean bleed, watching Rebecca's hand on his arm, watching the security guards hold down a man I hired — is something else.
Sean says something to Rebecca too quiet for me to hear. She answers. He nods. Eric finishes his call and steps in and the three of them become a conversation I'm not part of.
I walk toward them. My steps steady. My face composed into a mask of concern.
"Sean. Are you hurt?"
He looks at me. Then he looks at Rebecca's hand still on his arm. Then at me again.
"I'm fine," he says.
His voice carrying something I haven't heard before. Something that isn't directed at Rebecca and isn't directed at
