REMY’S POV

"Remy," Lirong's voice broke through my thoughts, soft and sweet as always, "are you going to London soon? Why don’t you let Isla fly with you? Besides, it’s the same location."

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before Isla’s voice cut through, sharp and defensive.

"What? Lirong, no, I’m fine—"

"Of course," I interrupted smoothly, my tone casual, though my eyes stayed locked on Isla. "I can always make room."

Her cheeks flushed, her mouth opening like ...