Killian's POV
“Go ahead, Isla,” I said, my voice carrying the edge I hadn’t used in months, not even when I was getting angry at Liam.
This wasn't just angriness, fear wasn't far from me.
The softness she’d seen earlier was gone. I wasn’t her companion now, I was the Alpha my people whispered about in fear.
She froze, her eyes darting between me and Calista. Her hand shook as she finally placed it back into mine, the same hand she had refused minutes ago.
I felt the tension in her grip, the hesitation, and I had to fight the instinct in me not to unleash what I’d been holding back at Calista. This wasn't Isla's fault.
Calista’s lips curled, sharp and venomous. “Perhaps she should stay,” she said, voice like broken glass dragged over stone. “Let her hear of the filth you’ve buried.
