Isla’s POV
Sienna’s small, trembling frame caught my eye, and my chest tightened. God, if I’d stayed by her side instead of letting Rico hover around me, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
“Was it… Nero?” Zayne’s voice cut through the tense air like a blade. He stood rigid, dark eyes blazing, jaw tight.
Sienna’s hands twisted in her lap. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I… I don’t know.”
I flinched. Of course she doesn’t know. She’s probably still shaken. She’s human, not some action hero in a movie.
Zayne’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “You don’t know?” His voice was low now, dangerous, vibrating in a way that made the air feel thick and heavy.
“I… I don’t know,” Sienna repeated, a tremor in her voice.
“Don’t know?” Zayne took a step closer, his eyes hardening. “Your ankle
