Isla
Oh. Damn.
Well, he wasn’t wrong at all. I ignored him, walking straight to the front door and he followed me.
The way Zayne looked at me before we stepped outside…
That look settled something deep between my laps that I couldn’t name.
It took all the courage I had to tell him, “I have to drop at Silas’s first… I mean—our shared apartment. I need to pick up my things.”
His jaw flexed. His eyes dragged over my face, down my body, then back up again.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared, dark, heavy, like he was restraining something sharp under the surface.
Then, in the huskiest, calmest tone I’ve ever heard from him, he murmured, “Fine. Get in the car, Isla.” Then opened the front door.
I felt that everywhere.
I swallowed hard, nodded once, and followed him outside.
