ISABELLA’S POV
My heart pounded as Sebastian’s words echoed in my ears, his voice urgent, his golden eyes blazing with fear. I stood frozen in the choir room, my music sheet crumpling in my hands, my breath shallow. Caleb? The guy who’d asked me out, whose green eyes had turned cold after I rejected him? Planning to murder me? It didn’t make sense.
Sebastian’s dislike for him had been obvious from the start—his glares, his tense posture whenever Caleb was near. Was he lying, exaggerating to keep me away from Caleb, from the party?
My chest tightened, my mind racing with doubt, but Mia—Mia was in the hospital, hurt, maybe dying. That part was real, and it tore at my heart, leaving me dizzy with fear and confusion.
“We need to go,” I said, my voice trembling, my hands shoving the music
