But before she could finish, Thor grabbed her by the arm, his grip as sharp and unyielding as a silent scream.

“Come with me. Now,” he ground out through clenched teeth, already steering her toward the car.

Celina tried to pull back, her pulse spiking.

“Let me go, Thor!” she protested, struggling against the pressure of his hand, which tightened more than he seemed to realize.

Gabriel stepped forward.

“Didn’t you hear what she said?” His voice was firm, commanding—without the need to shout.

He