Isla’s POV
What is he even blabbing about?
When I finally walked away from Zayne, my pulse was still erratic, my head still spinning with his last words. I do.
He said it like a warning and a promise all at once, the kind that stuck under my skin long after I left the hallway.
By the time I made it back to my room, my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I told myself it was nothing, that he was just being his usual cocky, impossible self. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way he’d looked at me… like he meant it.
And maybe that’s what scared me most.
I tried to bury myself in work, editing Silas’s wedding photos. But it didn’t take long before another kind of storm hit my screen.
Silas Reed.
His name popped up on my phone, the text sharp and unmissable:
“We need to talk. In per
