ISLA'S POV
He didn't stop walking until we were three floors up, inside the suite, the door shut against the sound of a dinner party that had probably already moved on to gossiping about us. The wine had dried stiff against my dress, sticky and cold, and my hands hadn't stopped shaking since Camille's laugh had chased us out.
"Who is she?" I asked, before he'd even set down his jacket.
Dare didn't answer straightaway. He crossed to the window, back to me, shoulders drawn tight like he was holding something in by sheer will. "No one you need to worry about."
"That's not an answer, that's a dismissal." I pulled at the ruined fabric clinging to my stomach, half out of discomfort, half because I needed something to do with my hands that wasn't reaching for him. "She grabbed me, Dare. In fr
