I reacted on total instinct, reaching out and grabbing the sharp blade of the knife to stop it from plunging deep into my stomach. I shot the waiter a fierce sneer as he pushed forward with all his hidden strength, his teeth gritted as he tried to stab me. I struggled with everything I had to hold the cold metal blade back, my muscles locking up from the strain.
I glanced down for a split second and saw bright red blood already dripping steadily onto the floor. My palm stung with a sharp, searing pain that made my eyes water, but protecting my pups mattered more to me than a bleeding hand ever could.
In a split second, Princess moved. She grabbed the waiter by the scruff of his neck and threw him aside like he was nothing more than a rag doll. He flew through the air and slammed hard into the brick wall with a sickening thud.
"Are you okay?" Princess asked immediately. Her face was filled with a raw worry I had never seen before.
