"You sound like her. But she had a different walk. More… delicate."

ISLA'S POV

My heels clicked softly, a staccato rhythm of dread on the grimy floor as I approached the private lounge. The bottle of whiskey felt like a lead weight in my hand, each step an agonizing inch closer to the edge of a cliff. I was a puppet, and my strings were being pulled by a man who ha...

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