The vehicle cut through the city like a ghost… silent, quick, untraceable.
Isla stared at the horizon, the lights blurring past. Her jaw clenched tight, her fingers white-knuckled around the driving wheel.
She had no place to go.
She only needed space.
From the penthouse walls.
From Gabriel's quietness.
From Damien's falsehoods.
Particularly from Damien.
Her eyes burned with his image with Valeria like a curse. His hand on her throat. The darkness separating them. The shared history.
She gritted her teeth tougher.
She didn't want to cry. She did not want to fall apart.
Her heart was breaking in a hundred way.
Until a pair of headlights… once then twice… flashed in her rearview mirror.
Her stomach dropped.
She knew that vehicle.
Knew the man driving the car.
It was Damien.
