ISLA'S POV
I don't know how long I sat there in the amber dark before I heard it — footsteps, fast and heavy, followed by voices raised somewhere beyond the door, muffled but unmistakably furious. Then a crash, the sound of something being forced, metal groaning against metal, and the door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall behind it.
Dare stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes moving over the room in a single sweep before landing on me — glued to a chair, hands raw, mascara no doubt tracked down my face from tears I hadn't fully registered crying.
"Isla." He was across the room before I could say anything, crouching in front of me, his hands hovering over mine like he wasn't sure whether touching them would hurt me further. "What did they do to you?"
"I'm fine," I manag
