~YULIA

It was mesmerizing looking at the sea as it crashed on the sandy shores of Issa’s private beach house. The moon shone brightly as the waves rose and fell.

“I had never seen Miles so angry before,” I told Issa as he joined me at the balcony overlooking the beach.

It was different at night as the sands looked more like night ash while the water took on the colour of the sea.

“He has every right to be, it was about time anyway,” Issa replied.

I turned to him.

“How long are we ...