Anya’s POV
My whole body went rigid with fear. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to run, to turn around and get out of there as fast as I could. But my feet felt frozen to the floor, like they'd been nailed down. My suitcase slipped from my numb fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud.
I cautiously walked into the room, my steps small and hesitant, trying not to step on the broken glass that was scattered everywhere. My eyes darted around, taking in all the destruction again, my mind trying to process what could have made him this angry. The air in the room felt thick and dangerous, like the moment right before lightning strikes.
Kennedy's jaw was tight, his eyes following my every movement like a predator tracking prey. When I was a few feet away from him, still standing nea
