CHAPTER 8
FRIENDS, ENEMIES, OR SOMETHING WORSE
ISLA
You'd think the worst thing to ever happen to me today is Rowan connecting me with no sign of any escape. Until someone walks in on us.
“Who would’ve thought…”
The voice slid between Rowan and me, tearing us apart instantly while freezing me in my new spot.
Rowan pulled back so fast it felt like the heat between us snapped. His eyebrows dipped, his jaw tightened, and his body shifted into something guarded and angry. I turned slowly, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach.
Oh God… no.
Victor Kane, captain of the hockey team until my brother joined, stood a few feet away. His hockey gear was half-off, sweat clung to his neck, and that lazy, knowing smile was carved onto his face like he'd just discovered something appetizing.
