(Lena’s POV).
The moment I saw him, my stomach twisted.
I mean… Kenny.
He was standing tall and composed like he always did, with his hands in his pockets and that unreadable expression on his face, like he hadn’t just been threatened by Lucas the night before.
The memory came back all at once—Lucas’s anger, the way he slammed Kenny against the wall, the cold fury in his voice when he warned him to stay away from me.
It hadn’t made sense then, and it still didn’t now.
Kenny had saved me once.
I bit my lip and started walking toward him before I could talk myself out of it.
My bare feet felt heavy against the polished floor of the hall. He didn’t notice me until I was only a few feet away, and when he did, he offered a small, polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
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