53. HIS ICY TOUCH.

ISLA'S POV. I arrived at the dorm with my shoulders heavy and my head pounding. Kevin. His laugh was mixed with someone else’s. It sounded so carefree, like the world hadn’t just kicked me in the ribs. I drew in a shaky breath and lifted my hand to knock. My knuckles barely grazed the wood when his voice came out casually. “I’m coming!” The door cracked open, revealing his flushed, startled face. And then slammed the door shut in my face. For a moment, I just stood there, blinking at the closed door, disbelief simmering under the exhaustion that burned through me. Then I looked down. The key. I still had the key. Relief flickered until I realised he’d locked it from the inside. My jaw clenched. I took another breath, deep and steady, the kind meant to hold everything in. The door opened again, and this time Kevin stepped out. He was smiling, but it was all nerves and guilt. “Isla, you should go,” he said, his voice light but his words sharp enough to cut. “You don’t want to get