The weight of Lucas’s words still hung in the air.
"Because you matter to me, Isla."
She had spent years building walls, shielding herself from emotions she didn’t have time for.
But Lucas?
He was cracking those walls open with every word, every touch, every look that made her feel like she wasn’t fighting this war alone.
And now?
Now, she wasn’t sure if she could ever go back.
Lucas’s security detail had already swept the building, but Isla could still feel the phantom presence of being watched.
Vincent had made his move.
The Kingmaker had entered the game.
And if they weren’t careful?
They wouldn’t survive it.
Lucas checked his phone again, his green eyes narrowing.
"Security is moving the safe house location," he muttered. "They found a tracker on one of our cars."
Isla’s
