Zayne
The air tightened. Walls sharpened. My hands trembled. Sienna….are you okay?
Every now and then, Vincenzo kept looking at me.
A slow, controlled glance every few seconds. Enough to make a threat without opening his mouth.
I stood there, jaw clenched, trying to appear unaffected—but the truth was crawling under my skin. Sienna’s silver anklet shouldn’t be near the entrance. She shouldn’t be missing. And Isla shouldn’t be trembling beside me like her bones wanted to give out.
Her breath came too shallow. Too fast. I felt it before I heard it.
She’s scared.
My hand twitched—just slightly—fighting the instinct to pull her behind me. To cover her. To shield her from the entire goddamn room.
Vincenzo noticed. Of course he did. And he smiled like he’d found exactly what he needed
