Chapter 9 Darkest hour
- Isobel POV
- My eyes burn, hot tears threatening to spill from my eyes as Javier's hand glides over my thigh.
- I'm aware of the numerous eyes that glare at me, puncturing holes into my skull as though I'm the one who's so desperate to sit with their so-called idol, but I'm much aware of the hand that's desperately trying to dive into my skirt.