Isla’s POV
Zayne had followed us out into the hallway. Great. Just great. I muttered under my breath, like he wouldn’t hear me. Why now? Why can’t he just… not? My hands fidgeted a little, twisting the fabric, trying to anchor myself. I kept my eyes on Rico, talking too fast, trying to string together some coherent thoughts. “So… and then… um, maybe—” I trailed off, realizing I sounded insane. Yeah, great. Totally normal. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!!
Rico’s eyebrows shot up. “Isla… you’re rambling.”
I waved my hand vaguely. “I know. I just… I don’t know. I need to… think. Or not think. Yeah. Not think. Definitely not think.” My voice cracked slightly.
Ugh, don’t cry. You sound pathetic right now.
Zayne’s presence loomed silently, and I could feel him watching. Of course he’s watching. Al
