ISLA POV
The hallway felt like it was shrinking. I struggled with everything I had, twisting my wrist until the skin burned, but Soran’s grip was like a steel trap. He didn't even seem to notice my effort; he just watched me with a look of twisted curiosity.
“Let me see what was making my brother talk about you so much,” Soran said.
My heart stopped. My eyes widened as his words sank in. Rowan was talking about me? To his brothers? The thought should have made me feel something—hope, maybe—but looking at the hunger in Soran’s expression, it only brought pure, cold terror.
Before I could even process what he meant, Soran moved.
He didn't wait for permission. He smashed his lips onto mine with a violence that made my head crack against the doorframe. My eyes flew wide, staring at his cl
