Breakthrough

Tris watched Mya stride into the clearing, her long legs ate up the distance between them, and their eyes stayed locked. She’d never understood what people meant when they said they could see anger emanating from someone. But she did now. She would swear at that moment she could reach out and touch the cloak of anger around Mya. She stood and blocked her way. Not sure why, or where the courage came from, but knowing that she needed to protect Taylor. A second too late she realized her mistake. She had no right to step between Mya and Taylor. And she had no right to assume that Mya would hurt Taylor. She felt Mya’s fists curl in front of the shirt, she didn’t fight it, she went with the momentum and landed with a huff on the grass as Mya lifted and threw her off the porch. She rolled to her feet, shaking off the tufts of grass and lifted her hands as Mya stepped towards her. “Hold up! Wait!” Tris stepped back as Mya stalked her.

“Don’t you ever, step between me and what’s mine again!”