"You can move," Taras muttered, shouldering into the guy who was blocking his way. Tall, but gangly, and easily pushed aside.

Taras paused to look around but where Liadov had gone was immediately apparent - straight to Lasha. Liadov held Ilarion up against the wall in a way that made something twinge low in Taras' stomach.

Still, it wasn't like the could just stand around and watch Liadov manhandle Isaev, no matter how much Isaev might...

He grimaced, feeling a strange pang as he watched them.

In the next moment, he shrugged it off, and strode forward, intent, but he saw that someone else had the same idea, and was already approaching them.

Anya, he realized.