Page 95 of Bound By Her

“Fuck.” He moved fast, following Kaydon.

Seth’s body was unnatural—rigid, tight—his entireframe locked in something raw. It was almost unbearable to look at.

“Seth, stop.” Bryson’s voice cracked.

Kaydon and Bryson worked together, pulling Seth away from the wall.

And then—Seth went limp. A heavy silence filled the space, thick and suffocating.

Bang.

Seth’s head hit the floor.

Kaydon’s face twisted with pain as he scrambled to grab Seth’s face, trying to still him.

Seth fought him, his tendons bulging against his throat, his body straining against Kaydon’s grip.

“Seth, stop.”

Bryson reached out, desperate to touch him. To hold him.

But—the blood. It seeped from the back of Seth’s skull, dark and terrifying.

Bryson froze.

His own hands—his own fucking hands—were stained red.

This was his fault.

All of it.

The fight. The damage.

Everything.

“Move!”

Adria’s voice cut through the chaos.

Bryson barely registered her presence before she pressed herself against Seth, taking over. Kaydon and Bryson instinctively moved back, giving her space.

Bryson’s fingers dug into his hair.

“He just—” His voice panicked “We were fighting, and he?—”

His throat tightened around the words, guilt sinking in.

Adria placeda hand on Seth’s chest, her touch firm but gentle.

“Shhhhhh,” she whispered. “Easy now.”

Her other hand pressed against the floor where Seth had been slamming his head.

Then, slowly, her fingers wove through his blond locks.

A hum filled the space—soft, rhythmic.

A slow melody.

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