Isla POV
We arrived at my apartment complex, a simple but safe neighbourhood.
Ronan cut the engine and got out. I took a slow breath before following.
I watched him as we climbed the stairs, trying to read him. He was blank and quiet, scrolling his phone while he waited for me to unlock the door like he had somewhere better to be.
I didn't understand this man.
I pushed the door open and we stepped inside. The apartment was quiet, evening light coming through the blinds in thin strips across the floor.
I set Vivienne's tin of tea on the kitchen counter and exhaled slowly.
I needed to go through it properly later. Check the ingredients. Check everything.
I glanced at Ronan, waiting to see what he wanted.
His hand caught my wrist.
Hard.
He pulled me back and pressed me against the
