Kamrynn’s POV
I turned to leave.
I had to.
The air in the room was suffocating, thick with blood and desperation. My heart pounded against my ribs, screaming at me to run, to get out before I made a mistake.
Before I let myself feel.
But before I could take another step, Calvin’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist.
“Kamrynn, please,” he rasped. His voice was hoarse, trembling, thick with something raw. “Don’t go.”
I swallowed hard, refusing to turn around.
“Let go of me, Calvin.”
He didn’t.
Instead, he stepped closer, his fingers tightening, his body radiating heat despite the blood dripping down his back.
“No.” His voice cracked. “Not like this. Please, just—just give me a chance,” he pleaded. “One last chance.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “A chance?” I repeated, finally meeting
