“You may not be ready,” Daniil says, “but Isla has been ready to leave for a long time. She’s floundering in this town, Kinsley. Drowning in it. Show her that there are places in the world where she can feel free. Take her on an adventure.”
“Adventure,” I scoff under my breath. “Another word we have very different definitions of.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just regards me with that skewering gaze, which is somehow worse than anything he could possibly say. It does all the convincing for him. There’s no denying that gaze. No resisting it.
It’s do what he says, or die. Not much of a choice.
“When do we leave?” I ask.
“As soon as you’re done packing.”
“What?” I gasp, staring up at him in disbelief. “You want to leave now? It’s the middle of the night!”
“There’s no point postponing this.
