Killian’s POV
The second I saw her… everything in me went still.
Isabella.
My Izzy.
She walked into that damn party like the universe had decided I hadn’t suffered enough. Her hair curled softly over her shoulders, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement, laughter bubbling from her lips like she didn’t just destroy me a few nights ago.
Who invited her here?
I wasn’t even supposed to be here. A friend had dragged me out after practice, said I needed a distraction, some “air.” But now I couldn’t breathe at all. Not when she was here.
And then I saw her sit. Right by the pool, next to Sarah. Laughing. Glowing. She didn’t look tired at all, like she hadn’t been running a marathon in my mind all day.
Then he came—some random guy.
He walked up to her like he belonged in her world. Said
