(Lena’s POV).
I had no idea what was happening.
One minute Kenny and I were talking, the next—Lucas stormed into the room like a raging storm, his eyes wild, his chest heaving.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he barked, his gaze locked on Kenny.
I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could utter a word, Lucas was already across the room.
He grabbed Kenny by the collar and slammed him into the wall. The suddenness of it stole my breath.
"Lucas!" I gasped, scrambling to my feet. "Stop it! What are you doing?!"
Kenny didn’t even fight back. His arms stayed limp at his sides, his face calm, like he expected this. Or worse, like he planned it.
Lucas’ voice was low, lethal. "If I ever see you near her again—if you so much as breathe in her direction—I swear I’ll kill you."
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