"Phew," Sydney said, then smirked. "Don't worry. Sydney came to save the day, as always."
Then she turned properly toward them and stopped for a beat.
From where she stood, Lucy was still half on top of Christopher after tackling him out of the heat strike, one knee braced near his hip, one hand against the floor beside his shoulder while Christopher lay flat on his back staring up in the stunned, deeply offended way of someone who had almost died and was now being judged for it.
Sydney's smirk stretched wider at once.
She let out a dramatic sigh.
"Goodness. Both of you, this is really not the time for a cowgirl. Lucy, please get off him. You can have your way with him once we're done."
Both of them flinched so hard it would have been funny even without the Hybrid a few yards away.
