Zayne’s POV
The moment I sit behind Isla, she exhales.
It’s quiet, barely audible, but I feel it anyway—like her body recognizes mine before her mind catches up. Relief loosening her shoulders. Tension bleeding out of her spine. She doesn’t turn around, doesn’t reach for me, but the space between us closes all the same.
I lean back in the chair, close enough that my knee brushes the back of hers.
Vincenzo and Sienna follow after me, taking the seats behind. The room is already full, already charged, but their presence tips it into something heavier. Power. History. Too many unspoken things crowding the air.
I watch Isla’s eyes flick toward Sienna. Just a glance. Sienna meets it instantly. There’s an entire conversation in that look—worry, relief, guilt, questions neither of them are
