Isla POV
Morning came, and I dressed in the spare clothes from the closet. Everything in this place was extraordinary – running hot water, air conditioning that actually worked, the most expensive shampoo I had ever touched in my life. The clothes were so soft against my skin that I briefly considered stealing them.
I wore a simple shirt and joggers and stood in front of the guest room door, wondering if I should come out.
If the Chairman was still here, things would be awkward, but I couldn't stay in here forever. I needed to get home – Carmilla was probably worried sick.
I stepped out carefully, favouring my good ankle, relieved that the swelling had reduced significantly overnight. I moved slowly down the hall, then froze.
A door was left slightly ajar, and Mr. Vale's voice drifted
