Kendra’s POV
Scott let go of me immediately.
Air rushed back into my lungs, cool and sharp. I stumbled a step, one hand catching the edge of the vanity behind me. My chest heaved, and for a moment, all I could do was breathe. Just breathe.
His eyes scanned me, quick but thorough. A silent inspection to confirm I was intact, unharmed, his idea of fine.
Then he turned to face Caleb.
The shift in his energy was instant. The teasing was gone. The heat. The hunger. All of it vanished beneath a new layer of tension, one that felt colder. Sharper. Made of steel.
Caleb’s fists were already clenched.
“What were you doing to her?” he snapped.
Before Scott could respond, I pushed myself off the vanity.
“Caleb… nothing,” I said quickly, stepping between them. “Everything’s fine.”
His eyes cu
