121. Hidden dungeon.

Dario’s POV

I pulled my eye lids apart, turning to the other side of the bed in a slow motion. It was partly dark outside with the morning light cutting through the sky. My eyes which were on the window landed on Isla, who was sleeping soundly.

I took in her features, moving my hands forward a bit to brush it against her face. Isla was breathtaking and I realized this was how I was going to be waking up for the rest of my life. Everything was perfect, at this point of my life. Brenda was gone and Isla was where she was always meant to be—with me.

There were still some matters to tend to but what mattered was us. I redrew my hands from Isla then threw the covers off my body. I dropped my feet on the ground afterwards, walking to the bathroom.

The second I got to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face feeling the cool water seemed to offer me a form of ease. I didn’t even know that I needed.

Immediately I was done, I reached for the face towel dangling at the corner of the door,