ISLA'S POV
The hotel suite Dare had booked was the kind of beautiful that made you feel poor just standing in it. Marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a coastline turning gold with evening light, a walk-in wardrobe someone had already filled with clothes in my size. I hadn't asked how. I'd stopped asking how anything worked in Dare's world.
I was still staring at the view when his voice came from the doorway.
"There's a dinner tonight. Voss and her board. You'll come as my date."
I turned to him. He'd changed into a charcoal suit that made him look carved rather than dressed, and he said it the way he said everything now — not a request, an instruction with my name attached.
"No," I said.
"It wasn't a question."
"Then ask me a real one sometime and see what I say." I
