Freya’s POV
For a second, I thought he was going to hit me.
It flickered there—in his eyes. Rage, sharp and unfiltered, rising so fast it made the air between us buzz. His hand twitched near his side, and I braced, every muscle locking in place.
But the moment passed.
Kerwin didn’t strike me.
Instead, something cold and calculating slid back into place behind his eyes. He inhaled once, sharp through his nose, and let go of my arm. I stumbled a step back, half expecting another move. But all he did was straighten the collar of his shirt, fingers smoothing over the wrinkle I’d left behind like none of this had happened.
I didn’t wait for another second.
I stepped around him, crossed the floor, and wrenched the lock open.
The door burst open too quickly, sending Grace off balance as she nearly stumbled in.
Her eyes went wide when she saw me. “Yaya!” she gasped.