ISLA’S HOME
The door slammed shut behind Isla as she entered her small apartment. She tossed her purse carelessly onto the couch and headed straight for the kitchen. Her thoughts were a chaotic mess, replaying the events of the day over and over. The witch’s declaration that Naya was Lucian’s mate, the smugness on Naya’s face, and Lucian’s unreadable expression, it all swirled in her mind like a storm she couldn’t escape.
Opening the cabinet, Isla grabbed the first bottle of alcohol she could find. It had been months since she last drank, maybe even a year, but today, she needed it. She poured the amber liquid into a glass and downed it in one gulp. The burn in her throat felt oddly soothing, but it wasn’t enough. She poured another, but this time, she didn’t bother with the glass. She d
