Isabelle’s POV

Stephanie’s words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate. Kaia was outside. Causing a scene. Of course, she was. My hands tightened into fists, and I turned to glance at Damion. He looked as surprised as I felt, his brows furrowing, but there was something else in his expression—annoyance, perhaps? Or dread?

“I’ll handle it,” I said coldly, moving toward the door.

“I’m coming with you,” Damion said, stepping forward.

I spun to face him, my glare ...