Isla's POV
I lay still, my back pressed into the mattress, pretending to be lost in sleep.
I ignored him again, lips barely twitching into the faintest smile under the cover.
Then he tried again, softer. “Okay… can we just talk about what you wanted to tell me earlier? About proving Liam’s innocence?”
That made me smile for real, though I kept my eyes shut. Finally, he wanted to listen.
I shifted, sighing as though I’d just been roused from a heavy sleep. My voice came out rougher than intended. “You want the truth, Killian? Fine. I’ll give you the truth.”
He straightened immediately, the mattress dipping from his weight leaning forward.
“I was kidn*pped,” I began, pulling the blanket tighter against my chest. “Dragged into their filthy den. It smelled of blood and dirt. They tho
