Isla Calloway had always known how to play the game.
But right now?
She was seconds away from losing it.
She sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of Catherine’s warning pressing against her chest.
"If your father finds out the truth—"
"You won’t get another chance to lie."
Her mother had left those words hanging in the air, like a loaded gun with the safety off.
And now?
Now, Isla had a choice to make.
She could sit still and let the Kingmaker’s men dispose of Lucas, praying they never checked his pulse.
Or—
She could make her move before it was too late.
She exhaled sharply, trying to steady herself.
If she wanted to keep Lucas alive, she had to act now—before her father started asking the wrong questions.
She needed a distraction.
She needed a way to get to Lucas before
