Isla’s POV
The door creaks open behind me, but I don’t turn. I can feel him though. Feel the shift in the air. Feel the way my body instantly tightens like it remembers him before my mind allows it to. My head has been spinning, my thoughts overlapping each other. The past few minutes have been bracing myself for the worst.
There’s a pause, heavy and suffocating. Then his voice low and controlled.
“Sienna… give us a minute.”
I hear fabric rustle behind me. Sienna hesitates. I know she does without even looking. She’s always been terrible at leaving messes unresolved, especially when I’m standing inside one.
“Zayne—”
“I’ll come talk to you after,” he says, softer but firmer. “I promise.”
Silence stretches. Then footsteps. Slow. Reluctant. Moving past him. Moving toward the door. The
