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Blood and breath
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Brotherzoned Is this love?
Isla’s POVThe room felt too bright for how quiet it was. Not the clean kind of quiet—the kind that pressed against my ears until I could hear my own pulse, heavy and uneven, like it didn’t belong to me anymore.Aurora stood closest to the bed.Her hands were on Zayne—one at his shoulder, the other curled gently around his wrist, fingers pressing lightly as if counting something only she could feel. His arm looked wrong beneath her touch. Too still. Wrapped in white. Tubes disappearing into skin that was usually warm, alive and restless.She didn’t cry. That was the first thing that unsettled me.Her face was drawn tight, eyes sharp with control, but there was no hysteria, no shaking. Just vigilance. Like she was standing guard over something fragile and dangerous all at once.Ronan stood a little farther back. He didn’t move. Didn’t pace. Didn’t speak.He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, dark eyes fixed on Zayne, unreadable and cold in a way that made my skin prickle. M
Brotherzoned It was a joke
Zayne’s POVWell… that didn’t land the way it sounded in my head.The second the words left my mouth, the room changed temperature. Not metaphorically. It was like the air itself stiffened, pulled taut between three bodies that suddenly didn’t know where to stand anymore.Isla hasn't said a word. She just stared at me.Not with anger. Not with fear either. It was worse than both—something quieter. Something that looked too much like disappointment trying to hide behind concern. Like she’d reached a conclusion she hadn’t wanted to reach.My throat tightened.“Why would you ask that?” she said softly.Her voice didn’t rise. She didn’t accuse me. She didn’t shout. That was the problem. When Isla was scared, she went quiet. When she was hurt, she went still. I’d learned that much already.Rico shifted beside her, jaw tightening. I felt his eyes on me, sharp and unblinking, like he was deciding whether I’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.“I was just asking,” I said, hating how w
Brotherzoned Guns and Ghosts
Zayne’s POVI watched Isla.She sat there, quiet in a way that felt heavier than screaming. Her fingers were laced together in her lap, knuckles pale, gaze unfocused as if she was somewhere far from this sterile room, far from the humming machines and the faint antiseptic sting in the air.She wasn’t talking.And for once, I didn’t have the strength to push.My body felt like it had been split open and stitched back together by someone who hated me. Every breath pulled at the wound in my side, a dull ache that sharpened if I moved too much. Even turning my head took effort. I was used to pain—but this was different. This was weakness layered on top of it, stripping me of control.“Hey,” I said quietly, my voice rough. “You don’t have to say anything.”Isla didn’t look up.“I’m not trying to corner you,” I continued. “Or pressure you. Whatever it is—you can tell me whenever you want. Or never. That’s your choice.”Her throat moved as she swallowed, but she still didn’t speak.Rico, on
Brotherzoned What you don’t say
Isla’s POVTears pooled in my eyes before I could stop them. He was awake. Not just awake—looking at me.Zayne’s lips curved into that lazy, infuriating smirk he wore like armor, the one that always said he was in control even when the world was burning. It didn’t belong to a man lying in a hospital bed, pale, stitched, hooked up to machines that beeped too steadily for my comfort.“You look like you’re about to cry,” he murmured, voice rough, low. “That’s new.”I laughed weakly, the sound breaking apart halfway. “You were shot.”“And yet,” he said, eyes flicking lazily over my face, “still devastatingly handsome.”He didn’t lie, not even a bit. He was still every handsome.I swiped at my cheeks, furious at myself for letting the tears fall. “You’re unbearable.”“Mm. You missed me.”Before I could respond, the door slid open quietly. Rico stepped in.His gaze landed on Zayne first, sharp and assessing, then flicked to me. The tension he’d been carrying seemed to ease just a fraction.
Brotherzoned The space between breaths
Isla’s POVA few minutes passed. Then a few more.Time in hospitals didn’t move the way it did everywhere else. It stretched. It stalled. It looped back on itself until seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like punishment.I was staring at the same little crack in the tile across from me when a shadow fell over my shoes.I looked up sharply. Rico stood there.I hadn’t heard him approach. That alone sent a small jolt through me—my nerves were so frayed I was jumping at silhouettes now. He looked the same as he had when he left: jacket still on, jaw tight, eyes alert, like he’d never fully left whatever battlefield lived in his head.“What now?” I asked quietly.My voice sounded smaller than I wanted it to.Rico slid into the chair beside me, elbows resting on his knees. “We need to inform Aurora and Ronan.”The words landed heavy.I swallowed, my fingers curling into the fabric of my dress. “Do we?” I asked. “Is that… is that what Zayne would want?”Rico didn’t answer immediately
Brotherzoned Blood and breath
Isla’s POVThe hospital loomed ahead, its harsh lights slicing through my face. My chest heaved with each step as I ran, the keys to Rico’s car still clutched in one hand. I burst through the sliding doors of the emergency entrance, breath rattling in my chest. Nurses and orderlies rushed past me in a blur of white coats and sneakers. Monitors beeped urgently somewhere ahead. The scent of antiseptic was sharp, almost choking me, but I didn’t stop. Not for a second.“Where is he? Zayne—he was shot on his arm!” My voice cracked as I skidded toward the front desk.A young nurse replied to me. “Ma’am—please calm down—he’s in trauma. We can’t just—”“I don’t care about protocol!” I snapped, forcing my panic into every word. “Which room? Who’s taking care of him?”She swallowed, visibly intimidated by the raw panic in my tone. “He was taken to OR 3. Doctors said they were prepping him for surgery. It’s—uh—emergency level, but they’ve stabilized him for now.”I didn’t wait, I spun and raced
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