Chapter 11 Arielle
- Arielle's POV
- It’s been over a week since Isla disappeared. Gone and erased like dust under velvet. But for some damn reason, I couldn’t shake this unease crawling along my skin like ants.
- She should be dead. That’s what the men I hired to eliminate the ones I originally sent after Isla told me. I didn’t want any loose ends—nothing that could ever be traced back to me.