Kimberly
I stood frozen long after Kendrick had left the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. His words lingered in the air like an unshakable presence, wrapping around me like invisible chains.
“Don’t make me regret it.”
Was it a warning? A veiled threat? Or something far more calculated?
I sucked in a deep breath and took a shaky step forward, my legs still weak from the weight of his presence.
My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists, trying to steady myself. I needed to think.
I needed to understand what had just happened.
Kendrick knew.
He knew I wanted to run.
And instead of locking me away, instead of reacting with his usual possessive fury, he had… set me free.
My stomach twisted.
No, this wasn’t freedom.
This was a test.
Kendrick never did anything witho
