The rest of the day passed with a suffocating slowness.
Lena stayed in her room most of the afternoon, pacing the width of the polished wooden floors, her mind running in frantic circles. The encounter at breakfast had rattled her more than she wanted to admit.
Zayn’s voice still echoed inside her head.
Careful, Miss Pearson.
As if she were a child playing with matches, completely oblivious to the fire she might start.
Only she wasn’t oblivious.
She felt the fire every single time he looked at her.
And that — THAT — was one of the reasons she needed to get off this island.
Fast.
She spent the next hour studying the villa layout from memory, trying to piece together any potential way out. The docks were guarded — not obviously, but she’d sensed it. The staff was too well-trained, t
