Arielle's POV
It’s been over a week since Isla disappeared. Gone and erased like dust under velvet. But for some damn reason, I couldn’t shake this unease crawling along my skin like ants.
She should be dead. That’s what the men I hired to eliminate the ones I originally sent after Isla told me. I didn’t want any loose ends—nothing that could ever be traced back to me.
They returned with confident smirks, even bringing back Isla’s torn scarf as proof. I’d paid them to make her vanish, to ensure Redridge wouldn’t be linked if the Blackwoods ever came sniffing around. I wanted it clean, silent and final. So why did I still feel like someone was watching me from every angle I turned?
I keep having this nagging feeling that Isla’s still out there somewhere. But then I remind myself—if she’
