KYLE POV
*Leave a light on - Tom Walker*
Not opening those bars when she stepped in was f*****g torture.
I clenched my fists so tight the bones ached. My nails dug into my palms, and still, I didn’t move. I didn’t throw myself at the lock. I didn’t break her venegance, her rules. I didn’t do the one thing I was wired to do—reach for her. Hold her. Pull her against my chest and whisper that we were here, that she wasn’t alone, not anymore, never would be.
Because she had to do this on her own.
For her sake, I stayed still. Just like Keegan. Just like Kendrick. Just like Kingsley.
But when it started—when the air changed, thickening like smoke before a firestorm, we all felt it.
Darkness.
It rolled through the cell like a tide, swallowing light. Blueish-purple shadows slithered out f
