Lena
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
I hated that.
Not because fear embarrassed me—
But because Kane saw it.
The message still glowed on my screen.
Ava warned him too.
Look what happened to her.
The media room suddenly felt suffocating.
Too bright.
Too small.
Nobody spoke.
Eli looked pale.
Kane looked worse.
Not afraid.
Something darker.
Like the message had dragged him somewhere he didn’t want to revisit.
I locked my phone slowly.
Then I looked at him.
“You knew this would happen.”
His jaw tightened.
Not denial.
That irritated me immediately.
“You knew,” I repeated.
Eli shifted awkwardly.
“Lena—”
“No.”
My voice cracked sharper than intended.
I stood.
Chair scraping loudly across the floor.
“No more half-truths.”
Kane stayed quiet.
Which only made me angrier
