I watched from the shadows, my eyes narrowing as I caught sight of Brandon giving the letter to the guard.
The guard tucked the letter away, his expression unreadable as he turned on his heel and strode off, accompanied by the maids and Marissa, the gynecologist, in their wake.
"Brandon," I called out softly once they were out of earshot, stepping into the dim light that spilled from the nearest window. "Was that letter for Isabelle?"
He didn't startle; he never did. Instead, he turned to face me, his features cloaked in the half-light, yet the intensity in his gaze was unmistakable. "Yes," he said simply, but there was a resoluteness to his voice that piqued my curiosity further, “Serena we need to get out of this island.”
"Are you planning an escape?" My heart hammered against my ri
