Chapter 22

• Isla's POV
• After Adrian released me, I bolted, my chest tight with frustration and confusion. His grip still lingered on my skin, the weight of his accusations pressing down harder than his hands ever could. I couldn’t get his harsh words out of my mind, or the way his gaze seemed to pull me in and push me away at the same time.
• As soon as I was out of the building, I steadied myself against a wall, breathing heavily to fill the air in my lungs. It had been intense. And for many reasons, I could still feel his presence hovering around me.