Chapter 53
- Isla's POV
- I sat across from Ryan, the pale light of the hospital room washing over his tired yet anxious face. His gaze was steady, yet laced with hesitation when I didn't respond to him. How could I? What was I supposed to say?
- “That night... the night Elara died... Did you shift?” He repeated the question after connecting the dots, his voice quieter than I had ever heard it.