"Get up, Ivana."
Kyl’s voice echoed through my fragile veil of sleep like a cold knife. I blinked against the light pouring through the linen drapes, the salt-kissed air from the seaside still clinging to my skin. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming again, having one of those my hallucination, it could be fantasy conjured by this place.
The island had that effect on me.
But then I turned and saw my suitcase standing by the door, zipped and ready. My clothes folded with military precision lay beside me on the bed, my sandals lined neatly beside it like I was being dismissed from paradise.
“umm....what’s going on?” My voice was scratchy, my throat dry. I hadn’t spoken since last night, since I told him I wasn’t staying anymore.
Kyl stood by the window, shirtless, arms crossed. The sh
