Bianca leaned in close, voice dropping to a hiss. "But I'm NOT telling Grayson where you are. You can just wait here and die."
Isla shot her a cold, flat look, taking in that smug satisfaction, then turned away entirely. *Not wasting brain cells arguing with her.*
Bianca, reading Isla's silence as surrender, kept pushing.
"Why don't you beg me? Not that it would help."
She laughed, low and vicious. "Once they're done with you, you'll never be able to show your face to Grayson again. Convenient, honestly solves the substitute-bride problem, gets rid of you permanently, no more mess for me to clean up."
"You want to know why I cooperated so easily luring you out here today? Because I wanted to watch this happen. I wanted to see you fall apart."
The trembling, terrified act from moments
