Isla
The scream ripped straight into my spine.
For a moment, the entire mansion went still—like the walls, the marble floors, the chandeliers, even the air itself were holding their breath.
Then the gunshot followed. BANG!
The sound exploded through the hall, sharp enough to make my ears ring. The chandeliers trembled overhead. Women gasped. Men reached for their jackets—where guns were obviously hidden. Guards sprinted in every direction.
And my body reacted before my mind did. Where is Sienna?
“Sienna,” I whispered, barely hearing my own voice.
A strong hand grabbed my forearm—Rico.
“Stay with me,” he ordered. “Don’t run off.”
My chest felt tight. “That sounded close.”
“It was,” he muttered, scanning every corridor like he expected another shot to go off.
Then—
“ISLA!”
Zayne
