Chapter 32
Nina’s POV
I stepped out of the mansion behind Isabela, my bare feet silent against the cool stone path leading to the helipad. The black chopper waited ahead like a sleek, predatory bird, its rotors still and blades gleaming under the morning sun.
Two heavily armed bodyguards followed close behind us, tall and silent, their faces carved from stone, rifles slung across their chests.
Their eyes constantly scanned every shadow and tree line. I kept my own gaze forward, but my senses stretched wide, absorbing every detail I had never been permitted to see before.
The island unfolded beneath the rising light in breathtaking splendor: endless emerald hills rolling gently down to turquoise water, private docks lined with yachts worth more than entire countries, a fleet of ma
