Zayne’s POV
The call cuts out without warning.
“Isla?”
I pull the phone away from my ear, stare at the screen like it’s betrayed me personally. No signal, one bar flickers and disappears.
My chest tightens. Today of all days?
Something cold and vicious slides down my spine. I can’t wait, I’m already moving.
Teo is standing near the foot of my bed, arms crossed, jaw tight like he knows something’s coming even before I say it.
“Give me your keys,” I say.
Teo blinks. “What?”
“Your car keys,” I repeat, already closing the distance between us.
“What do you want me to move around with?” he snaps. “Zayne, you’re not even—”
I grab his wrist. Hard.
He stiffens, eyes flashing. “Don’t.”
I ignore him.
I pry his fingers open, metal biting into my palm as I yank the keys free. He swears,
