ISLA’S POV.

The car hadn’t even fully stopped before I pushed the door open, stepping out without waiting for anyone. My legs were still shaky, my body still humming from earlier, but I didn’t care.

“Love?” Remy called after me, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity. I ignored him, walking faster toward the entrance of the mansion, my heels clicking against the pavement.

The moment I stepped inside, I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter to the side. My fingers reached ...