Chapter 212

Isla's POV

“Isy...” Maeve reached out, her hand light on my arm.

I didn't let her finish. I dropped the plate of grilled fish onto the deck, the wood clattering against the teak, and I ran.

I didn't care about the attention. I could hear the whispers of the guests as I pushed past them, the muffled questions trailing behind me.

I didn't stop until I reached our room; the room that still smelled li