Ximena's POV
Before dawn could even paint the sky, my phone erupted into chaos.
The buzzing started soft, then grew insistent, vibrating against my nightstand like an angry wasp trapped in glass. I figured it was my alarm going haywire, but when I cracked one eye open, the notifications kept coming.
And coming.
And coming.
My screen lit up with a flood of messages, each one making my stomach twist tighter.
"OMG did you see the party footage?"
"Kane got decked!"
"Anton went ballistic!"
"Ezekiel Enzo literally punched someone for Ximena Garcia???"
The phone slipped from my fingers like it was made of fire.
I pulled my pillow over my head, but the damage was done. Last night crashed back in vivid, horrible detail. Kane's vile words. The crowd pressing closer. Ezekiel's face transforming from calm to deadly in seconds. The crack of knuckles meeting jaw.
