Before Bella could fully recover from the pain in her hands, a figure quickly crouched down in front of her, a cold voice with a faint tinge of worry in it. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Before she could recover her consciousness, her wounded right hand was grasped and raised by a large and warm hand. Daniel frowned as he watched the tiny shards of glass stuck in her palm.

The boys were responding. They're running to the door and chasing the guy.

Bella's first impulse was to pull her hand back from Daniel's grip, but she couldn't. He tightened his grip more tightly. "Don't move," he said. "The...