66. Don't Push Your Luck, Isla.

66: Don’t Push Your Luck, Isla.

Isla's POV

Dario's eyes bore into mine with simmering anger, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife. "Are you really going to make this difficult, Isla?"

I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down. "I won't write anything," I replied defiantly, my voice steady despite the emotions raging within me.

He scoffed, a hint of disbelief colouring his expression. "You're being stubborn for no reason, Isla," he retorted, his frustration palpable in every word.

"Stubborn?" I echoed, my voice rising with indignation. "You're the one trying to force me to do something against my will. Who's really being unreasonable here?"

Dario's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to maintain control. "This isn't about being reasonable, Isla. It's about doing what needs to be done," he argued, his tone bordering on exasperation.

"But what if I don't agree with what you think needs to be done?" I countered, my voice tinged with