7
Isla’s POV
I hated how much I needed him.
Nathaniel had taken over every inch of my mind, my body, my will. No matter how much I told myself I was still in control, that I could walk away if I wanted to, I knew I was lying.
Because when he touched me, when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, I melted. I burned. And I begged.
Dinner at my father’s house should have been uneventful, just another evening filled with small talk and forced smiles. But something felt off the moment I walked through the door. My father’s eyes lingered on me longer than usual, scanning my face like he was searching for something hidden beneath the surface. His questions were casual on the surface, but the undercurrent of suspicion made my stomach twist.
“Where have you bee
