Isla’s POV
The hallway had never felt this small before. Not until now. Not until him.
Zayne’s voice—mine—still thundered in my chest, echoing long after the word left his mouth. It wasn’t something he said lightly. It wasn’t something he said accidentally. He said it like a claim. A promise. A declaration.
I took a step back, air trembling in my lungs. My hands clenched at my sides because nothing about this made sense—my pulse, my breathing, my ridiculous inability to look away from him even though every instinct screamed that I should.
Behind me, I felt Rico shift. He didn’t even have to speak for me to feel the tension radiating off him. His jaw was set, fists at his sides, eyes fixed on Zayne with the kind of protective glare that said he would risk getting broken in half if it me
