Her eyes widened, her brows pulling together as if she hadn’t heard him right. “What?” she whispered, her voice trembling. She shook her head once, pressing herself harder against the wall as though it might swallow her whole. Her hands clutched the blanket tighter, refusing to move.

Isaac’s jaw flexed. His gaze narrowed, dark and cutting, the kind of look that warned there was no way out. “You heard me.” His voice was low, dangerous, and final. His hand released her chin only to ...