The image on the phone screen was burned into Isla’s mind.
Danica—her assistant, one of the few people she trusted—was bound, bruised, and bleeding.
Her wide, terrified eyes stared back at the camera.
And below the photo, a simple message:
"I warned you, Isla."
Her father’s words.
A warning.
A declaration of war.
Her chest tightened, but it wasn’t fear that gripped her.
It was rage.
A slow, burning, all-consuming rage that curled through her veins like fire.
The Kingmaker thought this would make her back down?
He thought she would come crawling back?
No.
He had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Because Isla Calloway didn’t run.
She burned everything down.
Lucas Reyes had seen men break before.
He had seen them fall apart under pressure, crushed beneath the weight
