Kamrynn’s POV
Lorien’s crimson eyes bore into mine, unwavering, unrelenting. He was waiting, watching for my reaction, for any sign that I was starting to see things his way.
I wasn’t.
But the problem was—I was hesitating.
And he could tell.
"This is the right choice," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. "Staying with me is what’s best for you. You’ll understand that soon enough."
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Right choice?" I echoed, my voice dripping with disbelief. "Best for me?"
His expression remained unreadable, but I could see the conviction in his eyes.
"You're standing there acting like you know what's best for me," I spat, "like you're some noble savior who’s rescuing me from a terrible fate. But let's get one thing straight—you’re no better than Calvin
