Chapter 215

Isla's POV

The morning air on the upper deck was usually peaceful, but today it felt thin and hollow.

I was walking back to the suite, the events of the previous night still swirling in my mind like tea leaves at the bottom of a cup, when I slowed my pace near a set of heavy, mahogany doors.

The ship’s interior was quiet at this hour, yet a voice—shrill and biting—pierced the silence.

It was Gisel