Davina's POV
I froze in place, my pulse hammering as my gaze darted between Irvin's rigid jawline and Chase's uncomfortable stance just steps away.
The tension surrounding us felt suffocating—so dense that a single misstep might destroy everything hanging in the balance.
Irvin remained motionless, not even a flutter of his eyelids.
His stare bore into Chase with laser-like intensity, as if he could see right through his soul. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, coiled tight, like he was wrestling with the impulse to act—to speak.
Chase appeared ready to collapse from sheer terror. He stayed silent too, just frozen there with his mouth agape and his complexion drained of color.
I released a quiet breath.
I moved toward him—close enough that my body grazed his arm—and lifted my hands, gently framing his face with my palms.
His flesh felt heated. Rigid beneath my touch.
"Hey," I murmured, keeping my tone gentle yet resolute. "Focus on me."
Irvin remained still initially.
