Isla's POV
I pushed the door open, expecting to find Killian at his desk, maybe scowling over another pile of work. But the office was too quiet. My heart sank a little when I realized he wasn’t there.
Instead, someone else was.
Daphne.
She was seated right beside his desk, her posture almost rehearsed, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. Papers spread neatly in front of her, pen in hand, she must've been there all day.
For a moment I just stood frozen, my eyes locked on the desk she’d claimed, the one right next to Killian’s.
My chest tightened, and I hated that the shock showed on my face.
She looked up at me slowly, like a cat stretching after a nap, and the smirk that tugged at her lips made me want to rip it off.
“Looking for Killian?” she asked. Her voice was li
