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What you don’t say

Author: Misspetty
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-26 17:18:44

Isla’s POV

Tears 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.

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