"Isla, get out here or I am going to leave you behind." My voice cut through the house, sharp enough to sting.
It was already past noon, sunlight pouring through the windows in lazy sheets, and my patience was long gone. Guards had arrived earlier in the morning and hauled most of our belongings away to the new location.
All that remained was us. Or rather—her. For some infuriating reason, Isla was still not ready.
I stood in the sitting room, arms crossed, jaw tight, already knowing without checking exactly why she was taking so long.
She had a date. Again. With the same werewolf she had been seeing for weeks now, sneaking glances and soft smiles like this was some harmless romance.
I exhaled through my nose. I hoped—fiercely—that she hadn't been foolish enough to fall in love.
