Killian's POV
I lost count of the number of times Isla had laughed here, the sound spilling out as though she wanted the whole room to notice her presence.
I blinked once, steadying myself, my gaze shifting toward Liam before landing back on her.
“If I am a good listener,” she began, tilting her head slightly, “and if I understand things well, I think you used to mention something related to having hatred for Daphne?” Her tone was wrapped in mock curiosity, but the sharpness underneath was obvious.
“With all might, Isla,” I answered, my voice flat, leaving no space for her to twist.
Her lips parted as though she had caught me in some grand contradiction. “And now you want to go to a party hand in hand with her?” The words trembled just slightly.
I could sense the jealousy lacing t
