Lennox's POV
I didn't stop walking until the cold air hit my face.
The door slammed behind me, echoing down the hall, but I didn't look back.
If I did, I would turn around.
And if I turned around, I would break out of character.
My steps were fast. Too fast. My chest burned like I couldn't get enough air.
Every word I had said to her replayed in my head.
I don't love you.
It was a mistake.
Lies.
Cruel, ugly lies.
I reached the far end of the corridor and pushed open a door that led to an empty training room. The moment I was alone, everything collapsed.
I slammed my fist into the wall.
Pain shot through my knuckles, sharp and hot, but I welcomed it.
I hit it again. And again.
"Fuck!" I growled.
My breath came out rough. My hands were shaking. My vision blurred.
I slid down the wall and sank to the floor, my back against the stone. My head dropped forward, my elbows resting on my knees.
I had survived death.
I had survived betrayal.
