"I'm not talking about today. I'm talking about every single day you spent with the Lockwood Family," Lydia Sinclair said aggressively. "We're both women, so you can stop pretending! The first time I saw you, I could tell your feelings for Silas were more than just a sister's for her brother. Can you honestly say you've never had romantic feelings for him?"
During those years when her love was at its most intense, Isla Prescott wasn't sure if it had escaped through her eyes, even when she kept her mouth shut.
She was speechless.
Her silence only made Lydia Sinclair angrier.
To Lydia, that silence meant Isla was no longer denying the accusation. It meant she was admitting to her filthy intentions toward Silas Lockwood.
"You're shameless!" Lydia Sinclair grabbed a drink from the table and violently splashed it on Isla Prescott.
Isla Prescott first smelled the rich aroma of rum, followed by the sharp, stinging cold that seeped into her skin.
