ISLA
The car ride back was tense. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had happened pressing on me. I sat there, staring blankly ahead, avoiding Oliver’s gaze. I was still shaking from the encounter with the men in the alley, but what disturbed me more was the anger and disgust I felt boiling inside me. I had never been this furious with him before.
As the car pulled into the driveway, the tension in the air thickened, and the moment the engine cut off, I could feel it—an inevitable confrontation was about to unfold.
Oliver didn’t waste a second. He turned to me, his jaw clenched tight, his voice cold but sharp. “What the hell do you think you were doing, Isla?”
I blinked at him, surprised by the intensity in his voice. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart still raci
