Isla POV

Morning came, and I dressed in the spare clothes from the closet. Everything in this place was extraordinary – running hot water, air conditioning that actually worked, the most expensive shampoo I had ever touched in my life. The clothes were so soft against my skin that I briefly considered stealing them.

I wore a simple shirt and joggers and stood in front of the guest room door, wondering if I should come out.

If the Chairman was still here, things would be awkward, but I couldn't stay in here forever. I needed to get home – Carmilla was probably worried sick.

I stepped out carefully, favouring my...