Zayne POV
One month.
That’s how long it took for the chaos to quiet down.
Not disappear completely, because I don’t think it ever really does—but soften enough that breathing doesn’t feel like a fight anymore. The nights are different now, quieter. No sudden flashes, no broken memories dragging me under.
Just…Isla.
Curled into me like she belongs there, like she always has, and maybe she has. Maybe we just had to survive everything first to realize it. I watch her from across the room now. She’s standing by the window, the same kind of window that used to trigger everything.
But now?
There’s no fear in her posture, no hesitation. And something in my chest settles in a way I’ve never felt before. Not anticipation, not even desire, but certainty.
I don’t want a life that doesn’t hav
