With Maxim not reacting and pulling Mila away, she decided to go against what her father had instructed her so many times before. She rose to her feet and rushed past Maxim toward the assailant and her brother. Everything about Mila was light and soft, from her complexion, to her demeanor and in her frame. If the assailant didn’t notice her before; shouting, it wasn’t likely he would notice her grabbing onto the back of his sleeve. It was the lightest of tugs, it felt more like a polite and familiar gesture than anything assertive. Maybe more pleading, if anything.
“Please, leave him alone!” She squeaked out again.
Calloway had pulled his hand back, reading to swipe the blade at Sasha this time, but paused when his jacket sleeve was tugged. He whirled, prepared to fight still, but stopped when he saw her.
Calloway had of course known who Mila Nikitin was, after all, he had been tasked with killing her and her two brothers, however, even with all the reading and all the surveying, he had hardly gotten a good look at her. She looked like the idea of a dream, all soft edges and delicate curves. Her eyes, in this moment, were sad and pleading lined with thick white lashes. Perhaps some would find her red eyes and pale skin offputting, but Calloway thought it permitted her a sort of unreal beauty.
It was honestly jarring.
Maxim floundered when Mila rushed passed him and grabbed onto their assailant. He hurriedly rushed forward, grabbing her and attempting to haul her backwards into some relative safety with him. Meanwhile, Sasha had taken advantage of the brief pause in the attack and grabbed Calloway by the neck of his jacket and yanked him backwards, which appeared to catch him off guard enough to send him tumbling. Sasha was still sure that there was no chance in winning this fight so instead of sticking around, he flapped his arms frantically at Mila and Maxim.
"Go! Go! We need to go!" He shouted, grabbing the both of them and trying to get them running as he rushed away from their attacker. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
In that moment, that one gaze shared, Mila felt like years has passed looking at him. Her blood was pumping with adrenaline, she was still very much afraid for herself and her company. But that fear was something more layered, like the fear you feel looking into the face of a wild animal; knowing it could destroy but it’s so thrilling to see up close. The moment passed after being held forever in a second, Mila was slightly jarred as Maxim pulled her back and Sasha yelled. She barely heard him though, but she still complied; hanging onto his arm as he ushered her away. But she looked back at their attacker, her red eyes briefly fixed on his form with regret before turning away to run with Sasha and Maxim.
The three ran and ran, Sasha looking over his shoulder every so often to make sure they weren't being pursued and by the time they reached the Nikitin's building, they all came tumbling into the lobby only for Sasha to instantly start barking at the door man to call for his father. As soon as he scrambled off, Sasha went to his sister, who Maxim had her shoulders braced in his hands. Sasha pried her away from him and began fussing over her frantically.
"Are you okay? He didn't touch you, did he? What were you thinking?" He sputtered. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila felt snapped back to reality, she sputtered anxiously as her brother fawned over her. She reached to touch his face, inspecting his face where he had been burned.
“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t watch him hurt you!” Mila cried.
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