Rylan

“The bitch still didn’t show up for breakfast today,” Isla said with a scoff as she shook her head in mock pity.

The previous night, Isla had reported Lyra to me and told me how she’d instructed Evan to show up as early as 8 a.m. the next day for training. I could only imagine how fierce she must have sounded that Isla didn’t think twice about letting Evan go.

“I still think you need to teach that bitch a good lesson. She disrespects you every chance she gets!” Isla ...