Through the Velvet Veil

Isla’s POV

Isla stood at the far end of her chambers, half-wrapped in a linen robe and trying to piece together what had just happened.

Lachlan had left.

Abrupt. Silent.

The slamming door was still echoing in her chest.

She had barely asked him anything. Had tried to be calm. Rational.

And still,...

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