Before he hits the floor, he drops his knee and spins himself around, then plants his hand on the groun in front of him. He narrows his gaze and the girl kneels next to him, holding onto his shoulder. Her glare is just as icy. "Hal," Daire hisses under his breath. "Get out of here." "What?" "Get your dad, get Cecilia, get everyone, and get as far away from this point as possible." "Daire-" "Don't ask questions."