Chapter 322 Did He Say That To Me, Or Was It A Dream?

• *Isla*
• Back in my room, I can still smell the sting of the chemicals someone used to clean the mess up from when Sydney’s water broke.
• It seems like that happened ages ago, but it was really only a matter of hours. Maddox still has my hand, and when I pause and stare at the spot where Sydney was standing when she came into my room, he has to stop walking. “What is it, Isla?” he asks me, his tone so gentle, no one would ever imagine he was known as a ruthless killer.