Isla took her father to the hospital.
Not the private facility Killian used. A real hospital. With real doctors and no questions about why he'd been beaten.
"I'm fine," her father insisted for the third time. "Just bruised. Nothing broken."
"You're getting checked anyway." Isla's voice was firm. "Head injuries can be tricky. Internal bleeding. Concussions. You're getting a full workup."
While the doctors examined him, Isla sat in the waiting room. Still shaking. Still processing.
She'd killed Marcus. One of Killian's inner circle. Had made a unilateral decision that affected the entire organization.
Had acted like she had authority she wasn't entirely sure she possessed.
Luca appeared thirty minutes later. "Mrs. Archer. Mr. Archer sent me. He wants to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine. Where is he?"
