Time didn't slow — it fractured.
A single moment cracked open like glass, splitting into pieces, replaying itself over and over again as the arrows fell. One for Tonya. One for Sarah.
They came like streaks of silver fire, slicing through the air with lethal precision.
Steven saw them.
Too fast.
Too close.
And yet—he moved.
Like a shadow caught in motion, he sprang forward, the world blurring around him. His breath didn't catch. His mind didn't falter. He simply reacted. Muscles tensed, his body flipping with fluid precision as he crossed the space toward them.
He wasn't close enough to Sarah—not yet—but his eyes caught everything.
Fiona screamed.
Her voice tore through the moment like a whipcrack. She wasn't looking at the arrow anymore—she was looking at Tonya.
And Tonya?
Her eyes flickered—just barely. A sliver of motion to the side. She saw it now.
The arrow.
Bright. Blinding.
Too late.
But Steven reached her first.
