Lanry stood there staring at her like she had just ripped open his chest. His eyes were dark, unfocused, filled with something wild. Something that wasn’t just desire anymore. Something closer to panic.
Maylen stepped back, trying to create even a sliver of space to breathe. But the moment she moved, Lanry followed. His hand shot out to grab her wrist, then stopped midair, trembling. He didn’t touch her. His fingers hovered inches from her skin.
That alone made her breath catch.
He was losing control.
Aiden saw it too. He stepped forward quietly. Not aggressive, not challenging, but protective in a way that made Lanry’s whole body stiffen.
“What are you doing?” Aiden asked softly.
Lanry didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed locked on Maylen. “Trying not to touch her. Isn’t that what yo
