Isla’s POV
My hands won’t stop shaking.
It starts in my fingertips, small tremors that crawl up my wrists, into my elbows, then settle deep in my chest like something alive is climbing its way out. I press my palms against my thighs to steady them, but it doesn’t help. The room feels too bright. Too loud. Too full of people whose voices blur together into meaningless noise.
Marco is saying something. Rico is answering.
Aurora looks furious, pacing in slow, controlled circles like she’s trying not to explode. Pierce is standing near the window with his arms folded, eyes unreadable, watching everything but saying nothing. Teo looks like he wants to sink into the floorboards and disappear.
And Silas…Silas is watching me.
The way he leans against the wall, one ankle crossed lazily over
