Zayne’s POV
The entrance to Nero’s villa hissed shut behind me, but the anger didn’t.
It sat in my chest like a hot coal, heavy and expanding, burning everything it touched. My pulse was still wild from the scene I’d walked in on, Nero naked, Celeste naked, the smugness in Nero’s voice, the fake surprise in hers, the thick smell of s*x clinging to the air like poison.
Celeste was also a problem that needed to be dealt with. But that wasn’t the important part now. No—the important part now was Isla.
Her face when she told me no kept flashing behind my eyes like a damn ghost.
The way her voice broke. The way my heart did too.
I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles whitened.
The evening air hit cold against my skin, but inside me? Fire. A wildfire I couldn’t put out.
I turn
