Sora's POV
I tried to pull Isla away from Yeongjae, dragging her toward the door, but she wouldn't budge. Not even an inch.
She stood there like she owned the place—like she had every right to be in his space, in his life. And when she lifted her hand, ready to grab Yeongjae by the collar, my heart jumped straight to my throat.
Before she could touch him, his phone rang.
The sharp sound sliced through the tension.
Yeongjae answered immediately. No hesitation. No glance at us. Just a quiet, "Hello," before everything in his expression shifted.
I saw it happen.
The color drained from his face. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened in a way that made my chest constrict.
"I'm on my way."
That was all he said.
He didn't even look at us before rushing to his bedroom.
My stomach dropped.
Something was wrong.
Badly wrong.
He came out just seconds later, already dressed, bag slung over his shoulder, car keys clutched tightly in his hand. The speed of it all made my head spin.
