Isla’s POV**

The storm outside matched the one raging inside me.

Rain hammered against the windows of the remote cabin Kade had taken us to for safety. My father’s men were closing in — we both knew it. The tension had been building for days, a constant, electric hum between us that neither of us could ignore anymore.

Kade stood in the doorway of the bedroom, shirtless, water from the rain still dripping down his powerful body. His muscles were tense, chest rising and falling with barely controlled hunger. The tattoos on his torso seemed to shift in the low light, dark ink covering broad shoulders, carved abs, and the...