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 sharp. “You’ve done enough already. Stay here.”
“No,” he said firmly. “Kaia is my problem.”
I opened my mouth to argue but stopped. A part of me wanted to see him face the chaos he’d brought into my life. Maybe he needed to deal with her to understand the kind of destruction he left in his wake.
“Fine,” I said through
