Bianca's hand shot up again, ready for a second strike.
Someone caught her wrist mid-air.
Isla had her eyes shut, braced for impact the slap never came. Instead, she caught that unmistakable scent.
Cool cedarwood, sharp and commanding.
Bianca froze, her wrist locked in a grip strong enough to feel like it might snap. She opened her mouth to snap back at whoever had grabbed her
Then turned, saw Grayson's cold, devastating face, and lost every word she'd been about to say.
Isla opened her eyes just in time to see Grayson's hand wrapped around Bianca's wrist.
Worse than being slapped: I'm apparently seeing this man's face in broad daylight, in my own family's living room, for no reason at all.
She blinked hard, twice. He was still standing there.
Not a hallucination. Just my personal
