Chapter 24

• Paul’s mouth turns into a sinister smile as his fingers dig deeper into Isla’s skin, turning her flesh red. “Pops, don’t bother yourself with that nonsense. Isla here has been housebroken. She knows her place, and that’s how we like it.” He grips Isla’s chin not so gently and brings her face up to his. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
• She holds the position for a moment as if contemplating what to say. Agree or stand up to the blatant misogyny spilling from Paul’s mouth like unchecked diarrhea.
• “No.” She whispers the word so softly that I’m unsure if she even said it.