"What are you even IMPLYING? It is not what you think, and I refuse to be talked to like this!" Isla clenched her fists, her whole body trembling, fragile as porcelain about to shatter.
Her chin stayed lifted despite the sweat dripping down her face, eyes blazing with defiance.
"Nonsense? Heh..." Grayson's smile carried nothing but mockery.
He stood rigid, radiating icy fury. His stare bore into her, mouth curling in disdain. "Did I say something incorrect? Then explain the fire's about to reach this exact corridor, and this is where you two happened to be standing. Was this a rendezvous, or a death wish?" His words dripped with contempt.
"I" Isla's dry lips parted, and only that single syllable made it out.
She caught Richard and Bianca's warning stares from the corner of her eye.
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