Isla’s POV
I’d worn a line into the hospital floor by the time Zayne finally came back.
Back and forth. Back and forth. From the window to the door. From the door to the chair I refused to sit in. My legs ached, my head buzzed, and every sound in the hallway made my spine tighten like I was about to be caught doing something wrong.
Which was ridiculous. I hadn’t done anything. Except think. And thinking was dangerous.
Nero’s voice replayed itself over and over in my head, casual and sharp at the same time.
‘People circling you.’
As if I were prey that hadn’t noticed the teeth yet. I actually wanted to know those people circling me and—why.
I stopped pacing when footsteps approached, slower than before, deliberate. The door opened and Zayne stepped inside.
He looked… better.
Not h
