Isla's POV
I kept glancing at the back door, waiting for Liam to return.
The rope burns were still bound against my wrists, and Sheila hadn’t stopped whimpering since the guard knocked her out earlier.
My heart thudded, restless, because I knew Killian would come. And if Liam walked back in before I could explain the truth, before I could make Killian understand then everything would be ruined because he would surely not want to hear anything pertaining to Liam as innocent.
Daphne. Her name curled in my head like venom. She must have orchestrated this. Only she could twist things so cleverly that Killian would believe Liam had betrayed him.
If I didn’t get the chance to explain myself to Killian directly before they met, then Liam’s fate was already sealed.
The sound of the door
