Moonstone Quarry But I'll swim to you, swim for my life

Eyes widened at the display of the cat’s daggers. She was wildly ill-prepared. This was not a fight she would come out of unscathed—or alive if she were to be honest. 

It had been minutes since her call for help, yet it seemed that she would have to scrap with the feline alone.

Lips pulling back, she snarled, as deep and guttural as the flower girl could muster; her body pulling back like a trigger, her muscles pulled taught, ready to spring.

No sooner had she readied herself, Fleur felt living fire and brimstone sail over her, landing to shield her from the intruder. Solharr’s fury was palpable.

He was here, burning with a thousand suns, ready to make the cat nothing more than a pile of ash.

She would be safe, he would make it so.