SILAS

“What are you talking about?” Isabella choked out, her fingers closing around my wrist.

“Don't play dumb with me.” I tightened my grip just enough to cut off whatever she was about to say next.

Her face twisted, and somewhere behind me a chair scraped against the floor. I didn't turn to see who had moved. I didn't care that everyone in the study was watching. Isabella hated Maya enough that, for all I knew, she could have had something to do with this. Until I knew otherwise, I wasn't ruling her out.

My phone rang in my other hand, the sound cutting sharply through the room. I glanced...