Zayne
I didn’t think I’d ever see Isla bolt like that, silent panic stitched into every step, her breath short and clipped, her hands trembling as she hugged her phone to her chest like it was something poisonous.
I didn’t even think. My legs just moved.
“Isla—”
She didn’t stop. Not even when I called again, low, urgent. She didn’t stop until she reached Sienna’s room and slipped inside like she needed a door between her and whatever was chasing her. Or whoever.
I followed her in, shutting the door behind us.
She stood by the dresser, her back to me, shoulders stiff, fingers clenching the edges of her shirt. She looked like she was holding her breath under water and could break the surface at any second, either to gulp the air or scream.
This was when I realized how I must have soun
