Kamrynn’s POV
Seventeen hours.
That’s how long it had been since Franklin rushed into my room, breathless, frantic, begging me to stop Lorien.
At first, I hadn’t thought much of it. Calvin had wronged too many people, hurt too many lives, and if Lorien wanted vengeance, I had no reason to interfere. But then I saw him.
Bloodied. Broken. Barely breathing.
The moment I laid eyes on him, something inside me cracked.
I screamed without thinking, my voice cutting through the chaos.
"Lorien, that’s enough! Get away from him now! Please!"
I had never seen Lorien hesitate before. But in that moment, he did.
The rage in his eyes was still there, his hands clenched into fists, his chest rising and falling with rapid, heated breaths. But he stopped. And that was all I needed to rush to Calvi
