Chapter 17: In Which She Sneaks In

As soon as Isla was in her room escorted by Rolfe, she slammed the door close in frustration and started pacing back and forth, running her hand through her hair.

She was so angry at her father, but she didn't know how to take it out or who to take it and on. Isla had been sad, disappointed, and glum before but rarely was she ever as furious as she was at the moment.

Her eyes landed on the open window of her room with the tree swinging side to side outside it and she did the only rational thing she could think of.

Getting a strong grip on the nearest branch she swung herself and climbed down as she had so many times previously.

She had decided to sneak off to the pool house where hopefully Alexander was back from his errand. Maybe he could make her feel better like he usually did.