Kennedy POV
I couldn’t breathe.
My whole body trembled beneath him, the weight of Mr. Beckett pinning me down as my mind screamed for it to stop. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for what was about to come—too terrified to fight anymore, too numb to cry. I felt his hot breath near my ear, his hands tightening—
And then…
He was gone.
The pressure vanished.
I gasped, sucking in air like I’d been underwater for too long. My heart slammed against my ribs. I scrambled back on the floor, shaking and wide-eyed. The sound that followed was unlike anything I’d ever heard—the brutal crack of knuckles against bone, again and again. A sickening squelch of flesh being broken.
I turned.
Dominic.
He was on top of Mr. Beckett, his fists a blur, raining down like a storm. Every hit made Mr. Becket
