Kamrynn’s POV
I practically ran into my room, clutching Astor against my chest like he was my lifeline. My hands were shaking so badly that it took two tries before I managed to turn the lock, securing the door behind us.
Rmonica followed close behind, still holding Arabella, her face dark with confusion and concern.
“Kamrynn,” she said, voice firm but laced with worry. “What the hell just happened? Who was that man?”
I let out a shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I pressed my back against the door, needing its solidness to ground me. I turned my gaze to Rmonica, whose sharp green eyes were burning with questions.
“That was Calvin,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rmonica’s entire body stiffened. “Calvin?” she repeated, as if saying his name would somehow make the situat
