Isla Calloway had spent the last twenty-four hours unraveling her past—facing secrets she never thought possible, questioning every truth she had built her life around.
But as she sat in her office, staring at the message on her phone—a clear warning to back down—she realized something else.
Lucas Reyes was the only person who felt real in all of this.
The only person who hadn’t lied to her.
The only person who hadn’t betrayed her.
She glanced up from her desk, watching as he leaned against the window, his green eyes narrowed in thought, his jaw tight with frustration.
They had been fighting on the same side for weeks.
But something had shifted between them.
And it scared the hell out of her.
Lucas exhaled sharply, turning toward her. "We need to deal with Daniel. Now."
Isla nodd
