The crackling of flames roared through the production site, drowning out the chaos of shouted orders and wailing sirens. The air was thick with acrid smoke, making it hard to breathe. Louis and Ezekiel stood inches apart, their faces set in grim determination, both oblivious to the inferno raging around them.

“You call this protecting her?” Louis spat, his voice sharp with accusation. His fists were clenched at his sides, the veins on his neck taut with fury.

“I was the one who pulled her out!” Ezekiel retorted, his grip on Daisy’s arm tightening momentarily. His eyes were like steel, unyielding. “Where were you?”

“She wouldn’t be in danger if...