ISLA
Oliver's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched in barely contained rage.
The car sped down the streets, and my heart thudded in terror at the murderous energy radiating from him.
"Oliver, slow down," | whispered, my voice trembling as I clutched the seatbelt tightly.
He didn't look at me, his eyes glued to the road with a deadly focus. "Shut up, Isla," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
I flinched, my lips pressing into a thin line as I obeyed, too scared to push him further. My body trembled as the memories of what had just happened replayed in my head-the sound of his fists landing on Ethan, the blood pooling beneath him, the way Oliver's rage consumed everything in its path.
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes as
