55. Became a nervous wreck

Isla’s POV

We stepped outside of the school building into the yard, and the cool afternoon air was a welcome relief to the chaos of the classroom.

Silvan let go of my hand and looked at me with pleading eyes. He tried to open his mouth to talk, but it seemed like the words got stuck in his throat.

“Come on, talk to me. I won't bite you,” I said, though internally, I added, if I do, however, ever find out you had a hand in this, you're gonna receive hell more than just a bite.

“I… I'm so sorry, Isla,” he began, his fists clenched and unclenched as he became a nervous wreck. “I had no idea Kate would do something so treacherous. I would have come to your rescue in a heartbeat if I had known.”

He paused, catching his breath before he continued. His gratitude continued to pour forth like a torrential downpour.

“I also want to thank you, Isla. You believed me even though any normal person in your position wouldn't. I promise I'll do everything I can to make it up to you henceforth.” He co