Shyla POV:
My heart raced wildly as Kellen stormed toward us, each heavy footfall echoing his wrath. He resembled a dark angel, his eyes burning with an intensity that spoke of anger and scorn. Sensing the storm brewing, the professor swiftly released me from his grasp and attempted to retreat several steps. Still, Micky’s iron grip on the back of his neck prevented any chance of escape, solidifying his helplessness in the face of Kellen's fury.
A tempest raged around us just as Kellen pulled me into his arms. His fierce gaze swept over me, filled with concern.
“What are you doing here?" I breathed, desperately trying to calm him, my fingers rubbing small, soothing circles over his hand in a futile effort to calm his boiling temper. “I thought you had a meeting.” My words hung in the
