He dove in on top of her, covering her body with his as the roar and the heat and the sheer force of the explosion hit. It was accompanied by debris and thick, unbreathable dust. Bricks, glass, and God only knew what else became deadly missiles. The table above them shuddered and cracked as it was hit with debris and metal and remnants of furniture. He cocooned Vannah against him, her body shuddering against his, her heart racing as fiercely as his own. Yet she didn’t make a sound, keeping the fear he could almost taste tightly leashed. Several large chunks of glass speared into their small space, one so close to his arm that it sliced his shirt and skin. Another cut past her cheek, drawing blood before embedding itself into the cushioned vinyl seat. Then silence fell, filled only with the crackle of fire. For a long moment, he didn’t move, wanting to be certain the main explosion was over, that it was safe. Savannah was struggling and coughing beneath him. “It’s okay,” he said, smoothing her dust-covered hair.
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