ISLA
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. Lila had left minutes ago, her lighthearted words still echoing in my ears. “Just give it time,” she had said. But time couldn’t fix what was already broken. I ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling shakily, hoping Oliver wouldn’t come up.
The hope was short-lived.
The door flew open with a loud crack, slamming against the wall. I jumped, my heart pounding as Oliver stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He didn’t bother closing the door behind him. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I knew I was in trouble.
“Isla,” he hissed, his voice low but brimming with fury. “You are really growing wings aren’t you? What the hell were you thinking?”
I stood quickly, my breath catching in my throat. “I—”
“You disobeyed me.” His t
