As Linda dived at me, knife first, both Julian and Nicholas moved at once.
Nicholas ran at me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me toward him, shielding me behind his body.
Julian, meanwhile, went straight for Linda. He grabbed Linda’s wrist and twisted. The knife clattered down onto the floor.
“Someone get Joseph the hell back in here!” Julian shouted at one of the guards. They ran out of the room, doing as commanded. The others closed in around Linda.
Disarmed, she shrank in on herself, seemingly realizing what she had done. Her eyes were wide and vacant. Tears streamed down her face.
Nicholas eased me back, though he kept his hands on my shoulders.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
“Yes.” That knife never had a chance to reach me with both brothers moving as if in tandem.
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