James pov
"Dylan, look at me," I say, stepping forward, keeping my hands raised and my voice completely level, though my heart is tearing itself apart in my chest. "The house is surrounded. There are twenty armed men outside. You are not leaving this room with her."
"I have nothing left!" he shrieks, his hand shaking violently. The sharp edge of the glass grazes the delicate skin of Isla's neck, drawing a tiny bead of bright red blood.
My breath hitches.
Isla looks at me through her tears, her hazel eyes filled with a quiet, devastating plea. Save me.
In that split second, I don't see an asset. I don't see a woman carrying my heir. I see Isla. The woman who stood up to me in my office, the woman who refused to let me control her, and the only person who has made me feel alive in year
