ISLA'S POV
I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, phone pressed to my ear before I'd even decided to call, my thumb finding Thea's name the way it always did when the world got too loud to carry alone.
She picked up on the second ring. "Isla? It's the middle of the night here, you'd better be — "
"I need to tell you everything," I said, and the words came apart before I could stop them.
I told her all of it — Dare's threat to get me into that dress, Camille's hand closing around my wrist, the wine, the room going silent, Dare's face when he'd recognized her. I told her about the boardroom this morning, Elena and Camille circling like they'd rehearsed it, the question about whether I always ended up wearing consequences that weren't mine. I told her what I'd said on the terrace, what Dare
