Zayne
Rico’s voice still echoed in my head.
He’d said it like I wasn’t even standing there beside Isla. Like I wasn’t even a factor. Like I was invisible.
Isla glanced between us like she’d been caught in the middle of a gunfight she never signed up for.
Her lips parted. “I—uh—sure. Just… a minute.”
My jaw went tight, but I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth right then, something ugly was gonna come out. So I just stood there, stiff as a damn statue in the courtyard while Rico led her toward the walkway behind the cabins.
They weren’t far.
But far enough that I couldn’t hear a single damn thing.
Their shadows moved across the stone wall, his hands gesturing, her arms folding, her body angling slightly away, then leaning back in again. I watched them like a psychopa
