(Lena’s POV)
Jena hesitated for a moment, her lips parting as if she wanted to argue. I could see the flicker of defiance in her eyes, but it was quickly snuffed out by something else, and it was fear.
Kai’s deadly cold glare pinned her in place, his expression dark and unwavering. It wasn’t just anger; it was a silent, lethal command.
And then there was Lucas, standing beside me like an immovable force, his gaze just as unyielding.
There was no teasing in his eyes this time, no amusement—only a sharp, ice-cold warning that sent a clear message ‘get out’ as I wished.
Jena scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. But before she left, she cast one last smirk in my direction.
That victorious, taunting look sent a fresh wave of anger rushing through me. My fists clenched the sheet
