The warehouse was cold. Not just the temperature… the atmosphere. Everything felt quieter, sharper. Like the walls were waiting to hear her c***k.
Maggie had been watching her for hours, pretending not to.
Isla stared at the blueprint spread across the table. It was the escape route for Ethan’s relocation… Phase Two of the plan she and Damien had started building before… everything.
But now?
It felt like she was planning it alone.
“He still hasn’t called?” Maggie finally asked, voice soft.
Isla didn’t look up. “No.”
Maggie cursed under her breath. “Want me to track him?”
“No.” Islal swallowed the knot in her throat.
“I know where he is.”
The Kingsley Hotel.
Room 1703.
Valeria’s suite.
She’d tried to pretend it didn’t matter. That she didn’t care. But the image had rooted itse
