Isla woke to find a garment bag hanging on her closet door.
She hadn't hung it there. Hadn't heard anyone enter her room during the restless few hours of sleep she'd managed after last night's confrontation with Killian.
But there it was. Black leather. Expensive. With a note attached.
She crossed the room and pulled off the note, recognizing Killian's sharp, precise handwriting.
Wear this. Be ready by 10am. You're accompanying me to a meeting. This is not optional. — K
Isla unzipped the garment bag with shaking hands.
Inside was a dress. Sleek black sheath, knee-length, conservative but clearly expensive. The kind of thing a powerful man's wife would wear to a business function.
Except this wasn't a business function.
This was punishment.
She'd broken his rules. Eavesdropped on his meeting. Pushed boundaries he'd explicitly told her not to cross.
And now he was going to show her exactly what his world looked like.
Make her watch.
