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I nodded once, sharply.“He had installed hidden CCTV cameras throughout her apartment,” I said flatly. “Recorded everything. Her changing. Her showering. Private moments she never knew anyone else was watching.”Sienna staggered back a step, her face draining of color.“How did you—”“I traced the feed,” I cut in, my voice hard. “It led straight to him.”The hallway suddenly felt colder. During that time, all I saw was betrayal between friends. I didn’t stop to think about what it really meant.Didn’t think about the fact that Elena never even knew she was being watched. That someone she trusted enough to let into our circle had turned her privacy into something disposable. Something collectible.I was angry with myself. Angry that he crossed me. Angry that he humiliated me. But I never sat with the full weight of what he did to her. Not until now. Because looking back, it wasn’t just disloyalty.It was violation. And the worst part is… I kept him around after it.Truth is… I undere

Isla’s POV My thumb keeps moving even when my brain stops processing what I’m looking at.Apartment listings blur into each other. White walls. Open kitchens. “Modern finishes.” “Pet friendly.” “Downtown Seattle.” “Walking distance to—” I scroll past the rest before my mind can latch onto it.The glow from my phone screen feels too bright against the dimness of the room. I should turn on the bedside lamp. I should probably eat something. I should probably do a lot of things that normal, emotionally stable people do when their life isn’t unraveling thread by thread inside their chest.Instead, I keep scrolling. Seattle.It feels safe to think about Seattle. Seattle feels like distance. Distance feels like oxygen. Dustfield feels like suffocation.Silas lives in Dustfield. Breathes there. Walks those same streets like he didn’t fracture parts of me that still haven’t healed correctly. And now every memory of him is tangled with Zayne, knotted so tightly I can’t separate them without hu

Isla’s POV My heart is beating too fast for a conversation that hasn’t even started yet.The courtyard air feels cooler than inside the house, carrying the faint scent of lemon trees and wet stone from the morning watering. Gravel crunches softly under my shoes as I follow Isabella down the narrow pathway lined with ivy-covered walls and antique lanterns that look like they belong in a painting rather than real life.I don’t know what she wants to talk about. And that alone is enough to make my chest feel tight. I just hope it isn’t about Silas.The thought slips into my mind uninvited, immediately followed by the memory of last night, Zayne’s voice low and steady while confessing truths that cracked open pieces of my reality I didn’t even realize were fragile.I swallow, pushing the thoughts down, focusing on Isabella’s graceful figure ahead of me instead.She stops near the center of the courtyard, right beside a stone fountain where water trickles in soft, rhythmic sounds that som

Isla’s POV I wake up before my alarm.For a moment, I don’t remember where I am. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar, painted in ivory with delicate molding that catches the early morning light filtering through the curtains. My head throbs faintly from last night’s drinking, and my mouth feels dry.Then it all rushes back. Leaving. My chest tightens.I sit up slowly, careful not to disturb Sienna, who is sprawled beside me, one arm thrown over her face, her hair a chaotic mess across the pillow. The Aperol bottle sits abandoned on the nightstand, half-empty, along with two glasses tipped sideways like casualties of war. I don’t even remember how we got up on the bed.A small, helpless smile touches my lips. God, I’m going to miss her.I swing my legs off the bed and begin gathering my things quietly. The room is scattered with few remaining clothes, my camera, chargers, and memories from a trip that feels like it lasted both five minutes and five years.My movements must make noise b

Zayne’s POVThe scent of roses clung to my fingers long after I sent them away. It was ridiculous, really.A grown man… pacing his hotel suite like a caged animal because of flowers. Because of one woman. Because of the possibility that she might still be angry enough to send them back.I dragged a hand through my hair and checked my phone again. Nothing. The silence from Isla… felt worse than any insult she could’ve thrown at me.I exhaled sharply and moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the evening lights stretching across the city. The skyline blurred as my thoughts spiraled back to her face earlier… the way her eyes softened for just a fraction of a second before she masked it with that infuriating composure she wore when she was hurt.I hated that I knew her well enough to see through it.My thumb hovered over her contact again. I swallowed. Still no reply. I started pacing again.Back and forth.Back and forth.The carpet muffled my footsteps, but it didn’t