Isla's POV
Killian woke up as I was putting on the last swipe of gloss. He blinked at me from the bed, hair a mess, voice still rough from sleep.
“Are you going out?” he asked.
“To see Liam,” I said, not looking away from the mirror.
He hummed and folded his arms behind his head. “Oh. I almost forgot.”
“Come with me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He shook his head. “Nah. I don’t need to see someone I won’t see again.”
That landed like a slap. I clenched my jaw, kept my face neutral, and finished pinning my hair. I didn’t argue. I didn’t raise my voice. I just gave him a look, one that said I heard him, and I didn’t agree.
He watched me for a beat longer, then turned away. I left anyway.
Sheila was already leaning against the Bugatti when I stepped outside, arms folded,
