Kayla
After about a hundred hours, we finally landed. A jeep was waiting for us on a small, dusty strip of land. It drove us deep into the heart of the island. When the trees cleared, my jaw dropped. It looked like a page out of a vacation magazine.
The island was a dream. The water was a bright, glowing blue that looked like it had been painted. The sand was white and so clean it looked unreal, like powdered sugar.
There was a single, massive villa made of dark wood and glass sitting right on the edge of the shore. No other buildings were in sight. No people. No noise. Just the sound of the waves.
"Is this all Blackwood?" I asked. I didn't even try to hide how impressed I was. I was beaming.
Damien looked at me and laughed softly. He looked at me like I was a kid at the park. He see
