He’s mine!

A shiver ran down Isla's spine. Maya's smile, usually warm and friendly, was now strained—almost manic.

"Isla, you came," Maya said, her voice a touch too high-pitched. "Come in, come in. We have so much to talk about."

Before Isla could react, Maya grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

The room looked different somehow. The floral decorations seemed excessive, bordering on oppressive.

"What’s going on, Maya?" Isla asked, her voice laced with concern. "You said it was urgent."

Maya shut the door with a soft click, the sound echoing loudly in the small room.

Her lips twisted into a smirk, but for a fleeting instant, a shadow crossed her face.

Something Maya felt familiar with.

Then, it snapped back into place, wider and more unsettling than ever.

Maya stepped closer, the intoxicating scent clinging to Isla like a second skin, strong and familiar. It was a scent she knew intimately, that had once filled her world. But now—

It was tainted with betrayal.

Theon.