"Are you out of your mind? There are cars everywhere. Were you trying to get yourself killed?" Gilbert held her tightly as he stood up, his face dark with anger and lingering fear.
ColdBlood quickly got out of the car, glancing anxiously at Gilbert's side. "Mr. Watson, are you all right?"
When he had reached for Claire, Gilbert had thrown himself toward her, shielding her from the oncoming car. They rolled to the side of the road, his shoulder slamming hard against the guardrail.
"I'm fine." Gilbert lifted Claire into his arms and carried her toward the car.
ColdBlood followed, watching closely. Seeing that Gilbert could still move freely, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where to now, sir?"
"Back to Watson Castle."
Inside the car, Gilbert wrapped Claire in a towel, gently drying her soaked hair.
