I rush toward the large door and place my hand on the knob, turning it, not daring to refuse Bryce in his current state. He tosses Paul out the door in an impressive display of pure strength for his age. “If I ever see you again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. The only reason you aren’t dead is because you’re my creation, but I swear to God you don’t want to test me, Paulie.” I start to leave after Paul, but Bryce clamps onto my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going, Isla?”“I-I just…I think I should leave.”“No,” he growls. “I invited you for dinner, and you’ll stay and eat.” My eyes roam from his large hand on my wrist to his soft, dark brown eyes. Those eyes ease my fears. Yes, Bryce has displayed barbaric brutality, but his eyes show regret and compassion, two emotions I never saw in Paul’s eyes. Not once. “Please,” he adds.“Let’s go, Isla,” Paul demands, reaching for me. “Don’t make a stupid mistake.” “I’m staying.”Paul’s jaw ticks as his lips curve into a sinister smile—a smile
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