Chapter 61

Makenna's POV. I stood there, trying to shake off the remnants of anger still coursing through my veins. I felt like I’d just gone twelve rounds in the ring with Kenzie, and despite the adrenaline, guilt began to creep in. I turned to the group, taking in their faces—concerned, supportive, amused. “I’m really sorry, guys,” I said, my voice breaking the uneasy silence. “I didn’t mean to ruin dinner. This is all my fault for inviting Kenzie in the first place.” Stephan was the first to respond, his calm presence always a source of comfort. “It’s fine, Makenna. You don’t have to apologize.” Yas, ever the firecracker, rolled her eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Kenna. If anything, you should’ve kicked her ass a long time ago. And I loved how you did it without holding back.” She grinned, and despite myself, I smiled back. I wasn’t sorry for what I said to Kenzie. Not one bit. For now, anyway. But I did feel bad that they all had to witness that mess. Ashton chuckled, shakin