“Pen?! PEN!” Lena stands suddenly, her chair toppling over from the force. My skin prickles at the sound of her misery and heartbreak. It scratches down my spine, piercing my gut and fanning my rage, the violence and my need to lash out at the man who did this to her, to us. “Lena!” I call back, shrugging out of Xeno’s hold and rushing forward. Her head whips around, her eyes frantic until she focuses on me. They’re filled with a never ending sadness so deep that I fear we both might drown. “Hey, Lena…” York says softly, reaching for her hand with gentle fingers and empathy, but she shakes
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