Isla POV

We arrived at my apartment complex—a simple but safe neighborhood.

Ronan cut the engine and got out without waiting for me. I took a slow breath before following behind him, body tensed in long anticipation. The drive back here had been quiet, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

I watched him as we climbed the stairs, trying to read him. He was blank and quiet, scrolling on his phone while he waited for me to unlock the door, like he had somewhere better to be.

I pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The apartment was quiet, evening light coming through the blinds in thin...