Sallie's POV
A thunderous crash erupted as cups and decorations exploded across the floor, glass shards scattering like deadly confetti. Several sharp pieces skittered dangerously close to Jill's feet.
Jill gasped and froze while Kevin, Draven, and Zora rushed to shield her in a protective circle.
"Are you hurt?" they demanded in unison, their voices colliding.
Not one of them noticed me slam into the coffee table or saw how close I came to crashing face-first into the jagged mess.
Knowing I was on my own, I threw myself sideways with desperate force. Glass bit deep into my palm, but at least I'd avoided a full dive into the debris.
Safe behind her human wall, Jill looked ghostly pale. "I'm fine," she whispered, hands shaking like leaves.
Zora's relief was audible until her eyes found me. She went rigid at the sight of blood pooling from my hand onto the floor. "Sallie... you're bleeding."
Every head swiveled toward me.
