Allison's POV

We returned to the island, and I took off the blindfold covering my eyes. I stomped out of the helicopter for my room, and thank hell, the bastard didn't try to stop me. But I could swear I heard him grin—a triumphant grin that he'd won against me again, played me like a chess piece on his board.

My fingers folded tight around my dress as I pulled the miserable thing up. I felt like yanking it off me to tell him I hated everything about him, but that would only leave me ...