Zoe's POV
I staggered backward toward the front porch, my legs tangling against each other as though they no longer belonged to me. Casey darted forward like she had been waiting for me all along, like some dark shadow pulled straight out of my worst nightmare.
Not in my wildest imagination did I think she would be here—at the Ross house of all places. The one place I always thought I could stay away from her drama. Instead, she came blazing with fury, the fire in her eyes so menacing it felt like if she got close enough, she would burn me alive.
Shock gripped me, cold and sharp, dripping down my spine like ice water. My breath hitched. My knees nearly gave out.
Then Brandon's voice sliced through the night air. Firm. Sharp. More commanding than I had ever heard it before. He called her name, told her to stop. It cut through the tension like a blade, but even his voice couldn't untangle the fear knotting inside me.
