Adrian’s POV
The SUV pulled to the front doors of my property. The driver got out and opened my door, as I carefully pulled Isla into my arms.
She was heavily asleep. She didn’t stir at all as I carried her inside. She was pale and cold.
“The healer. Now.” I commanded. A servant glanced at Isla and immediately ran off.
I carried her up the stairs to my own bedroom. A space I swore I wouldn’t allow her to enter. Perhaps it didn’t count if she wasn’t conscious to witness it.
Servants open my doors and I laid her on the bed. She had begun sweating. A fever was setting in. How did she come to be soaking wet in the garden?
I knew if I thought about it for too long, Tessa would be punished more severely. I halted my thoughts. Isla was a slave. I couldn’t think about h
