Isla’s POV
My head felt heavy.
I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my temple as the dull ache pulsed behind my eyes. I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, not since the threats and messages from Silas. That damn picture had rooted itself in my mind, replaying every time I closed my eyes, every time I thought I was finally getting over him. The way his hand gripped my waist, the way my hair fell across the sheets..
Exposed. Raw.
Brutal in its reminder that I had loved a man who saw me as nothing more than something to touch, not someone to keep.
The light from the morning bled through the curtains, soft but insistent. Sienna’s laptop sat open on the desk beside my bed, the glow of unread emails blinking like tiny reminders that the world didn’t stop just because my heart did.
I dragged
