ISLA’S POV.

It had been days since we arrived in London. Days since I felt his release dripping from the corner of my lips, the memory seared into my skin, into my thoughts. I’d touched myself to that moment more times than I could count, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

Remy was nowhere to be found. His absence gnawed at me, leaving a hollow ache I couldn’t fill. Betty told me he had busy schedules, endless meetings, and yet… I didn’t care.

None of the toys I owned ...