Isla's POV
Killian had been avoiding me all day.
It had been over two hours since Beta Liam walked out, given those cruel not up to sun rise minutes to gather his life and leave the only home he’d ever known.
My chest felt tight just thinking about it.
I needed to see him off, at least to say something, anything. But Killian’s men outside my door made sure I couldn’t even step out. Guards posted at every corner, pretending they were there for my safety, when in reality they were a cage.
I paced, my fingers twisting together, eyes darting toward the window more times than I could count.
I thought of climbing out, thought of distracting one of them, even thought of faking sleep just so they’d loosen their watch.
My mind spun with ways to escape, but every idea ended with the same
