74. My gaze softened.

74:

Isla's P.O.V

"What I have to say," he paused, "…is considered more of a.... confession".

“Okay?”

"The incident that happened between us," he started. Here we go again. Couldn't my day get any worse? Why would he not just relent? I kept having an unpleasant back-and-forth session with Silvan, and it was killing me. I have utilised every ounce of patience I had left in me and might just beat him to a pulp... that was if he was not like ten times stronger than I am.

Silvan's eyes brimmed with anticipation as he poured his heart out to Isla, his words hanging in the air with a sense of urgency.

"I did it intentionally. It was not an effect of the full moon or anything. I- I made that up," he fidgeted, completely avoiding eye contact with me.

I had been upset earlier by the mere thought of the kiss, but I consoled myself by the fact that he said it was the full moon’s fault. Now, he dared say it was not? I felt my blood boil, my anger rising from ten to a thousand.

"I liked you, alri