Isla’s POV
What?
The word doesn’t leave my mouth, but it ricochets violently inside my skull, slamming against every thought I have until it becomes deafening.
My gaze darts between Silas and Sienna, waiting for someone—anyone—to laugh and say it’s a joke. That this is another one of Silas’s twisted games. Another manipulation tactic designed to destabilize me.
But neither of them laughs. Silas looks far too pleased with himself. And Sienna…
Sienna looks like someone just cracked the ground beneath her feet.
“Your brother,” Silas repeats lazily, dabbing the corner of his split lip with his thumb. A smear of red streaks across his knuckle, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Front row. Standing beside me. Adjusted my tie before I walked down the aisle. Hell, he even gave a speech.”
My
