The moment Rachel let go of her, Kenzie had walked away like she hadn’t just threatened to break someone’s fingers in the middle of a school hallway. Like she hadn’t felt something inside her snap loose—wild and ancient and terrifyingly still.
She kept her head high as she moved down the corridor, the sound of her boots echoing sharply against the tile like a war drum. But inside?
She was shaking.
It wasn’t fear. Not exactly.
It was something deeper. Wilder. Raw.
What the hell just happened to me?
The words hadn’t been planned. They’d just fallen out of her mouth, like her instincts had taken the wheel. Cold and deliberate. Calculated, like the edge of a blade she hadn’t even known she carried. And in that moment, she hadn’t hesitated. Not even a little.
That was the part that scare
