She woke to the sound of silence.
Not the kind that rang empty, but the kind that felt... full. Like something had been cleared away. Like for the first time in weeks, maybe months, the storm inside her had quieted.
Damien’s arm lay flat across her waist, his body hot and solid against her back. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck… slow, deep, meaningful.
He was still here.
Still with her.
And she hadn’t bolted. Not yet.
Isla stared at the wall, her body wrapped in the tangled sheets, her mind still trying to believe this wasn’t some hallucination conjured by exhaustion and heartbreak.
Everything between them had always been sharp… cutthroat, electric. But last night? Last night was different. Like something had cracked open inside them both. Like all the anger, t
