ISLA’S POV.

I exhaled quietly, trying to mask my irritation. The last thing I wanted was to provoke Kelvin, but truth be told, I was far more irritated than he was. His words droned on, a meaningless hum in the background of my growing frustration.

My focus was elsewhere, pulled tight like a rubber band ready to snap. I shouldn’t have been here with him. I should have been with Remy.

Time was slipping through my fingers, and Kelvin’s presence felt like a chain keeping me anchored to ...