Isla’s POV
I refuse.
That decision sits solid and immovable in my chest long before the words leave my mouth.
“I’m not staying with you, Zayne.”
The look he gives me is calm. Too calm for my liking, kind that feels like pressure building behind glass.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” he says evenly. “You can stay in the guest room.”
“I’m not staying anywhere connected to you,” I reply, gripping the handle of my suitcase tighter than necessary.
His jaw flexes slightly. “I’m offended,” he says calmly. “I brushed my teeth and everything before kidnapping you.”
I almost laugh but I ignore him.
“You know,” he adds lazily, “most people just admit when they’re having a good time.”
I stiffen. “I’m not.”
“Of course not,” he nods seriously. “That smile must’ve been a muscle spasm.”
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