Isla’s POV
Aurora’s warning kept replaying in my head long after she disappeared into the crowd.
Be ready. Ready for what? Ready for who?
The wedding hall suddenly felt too loud, too bright, too full of people I didn’t trust. I forced my breathing to slow, but my pulse was sprinting ahead of me. I went back inside, scanning the hall again, searching for Zayne among the polished suits and glittering dresses.
Nothing. Just a blur of faces and a rising pressure beneath my ribs.
I needed him. Not because of Aurora’s cryptic warning.
Because something in my body was screaming at me—find him now.
I pushed through a cluster of laughing women, stepped past Nico and Teo without stopping. I didn’t care if I looked rude. My mind was fixed forward, pounding through the noise.
I slipped out of
