"Isabella," a familiar voice calls, and I turn back to see Evangeline running towards me. "Wait."

I stop and secure my towel, "I'm sorry, I have to leave."

She catches up to me. "Just relax, you're too worked up, too irrational."

"I can't stay here."

She reaches out to me. "Just come with me, get some clothes and calm down."

I shake my head, hating the fact that I have to refuse her. "I'm sorry—"

"He doesn't have to know. Please, just come stay with me for the night. Eric doesn't have to know that you're with me." My eyes drift off. Evangeline seems desperate in her task to keep...