"Isla!" Grayson roared.
The voice hit like ice water, sharp enough to shatter composure and instill real fear.
Isla flinched at the shout but didn't back down. She stared him down, eyes red, refusing to fold under a man leveling accusations with zero evidence to back them.
If he hadn't lost control yesterday, I never would've needed to buy this in the first place.
Marcus helped me track down Grandma. He took a hit meant for me. We were exhausted and collapsed on the floor to catch our breath. And this is what he decides it means?
Is there anything in that man's head that isn't filthy?
"You don't need to shout. Do whatever you want to me, but leave him out of it. Not everyone operates the way you do." Isla held his gaze, forcing her fear down, meeting him head-on.
Her wrists trembled
