Isla POV

"S-sir… can you help me?"

The line went quiet before he spoke. "Are you injured again?" His voice was filled with amusement, almost teasing.

I smiled despite myself. It was strange – this version of him, the one who teased and softened, was still new to me. I didn't know what to make of it.

"I want to end my engagement," I said quietly, wincing at how personal it sounded. Maybe I should have started with something else. Oh, I have an idea – sue the man who stole your idea. Or maybe I can help you get some info if you can help me expose—

"Okay." His...