"Sweetheart, there's no escaping this. Come play with us."
Isla's mouth curled into something cold and defiant. "I would rather die than give any of you a second glance." With that, she turned, climbed onto the windowsill, and prepared to jump.
None of them had expected her to have that much fight left in her.
By the time anyone lunged to grab her, she'd already climbed too high to reach.
Then
BANG! The locked door blew open from outside, kicked clean off its hinges.
Grayson stood in the doorway, sharp in black, radiating a heavy, oppressive fury the picture of a demon king walking straight out of hell.
His gaze landed on the small figure balanced against the window, and his eyes narrowed instantly, cold enough to freeze the whole room solid.
Isla startled, looking over in disbelie
