Daphne's POV
I wasn’t expecting to see her of all people.
One moment, I was pacing the edge of Killian’s estate, running through a dozen ways to approach him about the employment letter I’d just received.
The next moment a shadow of movement shoved through the old side gate and slammed right into me.
Isla.
Her face went pale the second our eyes met, I halted my steps.
My stomach twisted, rage flaring so fast it nearly blinded me. What was she doing here? Why did she look so guilty, like a thief caught red handed?
I narrowed my eyes, looking at her appearance checking if she's really the slut Tasha claimed, her messy hair, her wide eyes, the way she stammered my name like she was scared. She was just shocked.
“Isla,” I said, dragging out her name slowly, letting suspicion lace eve
