Kane
The second I saw Lena’s face—
I knew.
Something happened.
Fear sat behind her eyes.
Real fear.
Not irritation.
Not anger.
The café noise faded as I crossed the room.
Students talked around us.
Coffee machines hissed.
Nobody noticed the storm sitting at that table.
Zara stood first.
And from the look she gave me—
This was bad.
“Kane,” she said carefully.
I ignored the warning in her voice.
My attention stayed on Lena.
“What happened?”
She looked at me for a second too long.
Then slid her phone across the table.
I picked it up.
And immediately felt my stomach drop.
A photograph.
Taken today.
Of Lena.
Walking across campus.
Message underneath:
He couldn't save her.
He won't save you either.
Cold anger spread through me.
Not surprising.
Anger.
Because this
