Zayne POV
I woke up to the buzz of my phone on the nightstand and immediately regretted checking it.
Silas again. The message sat there like a stone in my stomach: I can’t stop thinking about what I did. I feel like s**t, man. I need to apologize to Isla properly, this time no bullshit. Tell her I’m sorry for everything. I’ll come by whenever you say it’s okay.
I stared at the screen for a long minute, thumb hovering. Silas had been circling this guilt for weeks, and part of me got it. The other part, the protective part that still saw red whenever I remembered how close he came to ruining everything—wanted to tell him to f**k off.
But Isla had been through enough without me deciding for her. I typed back a short I’ll talk to her, then tossed the phone aside. Today wasn’t about old g
