KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

The moment Dante walked out, something inside me snapped.

My chest tightened, my breathing went strange, and the room suddenly felt too bright… too far away. I tried to stand, to go after him, but my legs shook badly.

“Kayla?” Zuko moved closer, his voice low. “Sit down. You’re not stable.”

“No,” I whispered, grabbing the edge of the bed. “I need to talk to him. I need to explain.”

I took two steps toward the door.

Then everything tilted.

A sharp ...