Isla POV
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The same four walls had been staring at Isla for what felt like years, though she knew it had only been about half a day. The only way she could tell was by the two meals she had been served in that time. A cooked breakfast first and then a sandwich a couple of hours ago. The food had been nicer than some of the hotels she had been to and, after they had released her from her chair, Isla had to admit the room she was being kept in was really nice. Well, a lot nicer than a cell. It was a curious thing to feel comfort in the hands of an enemy, but it did nothing but make her suspicious. They wouldn’t gain her trust by giving her nice things, and she knew it would’ve taken more than that to get her brother on their side.
After she shouted at Lucien to leave her alone last
