ISLA'S POV
I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I needed to be anywhere that wasn't that room, anywhere the air didn't taste like other people's games.
The corridor spat me out onto a terrace overlooking the same coastline that had looked so beautiful from the hotel window last night, gold and endless. Now it just looked far away, like the version of me who'd admired it hadn't known yet how small this trip would make her feel.
I heard the door behind me before I heard his voice.
"Isla."
"Don't." I didn't turn around. "I can't do this right now, Dare."
"I'm not here to argue." His footsteps stopped a careful distance away, like he'd learned something from last night about how close was too close. "I'm here because you walked out of a negotiation worth eight figures, and nobody
