Isla did what she was told, but inside, she was very angry, every instruction felt like another part of her prison. She wanted to shout out that she wasn't a toy to be shown off, that she never wanted this life, but she made her body do what it was told, knowing Dante was always watching.
When the class was over, she saw him waiting out in the hall. He glanced at her up and down, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"You're learning," he said.
"I'm just getting through it," she said back coldly.
For once, he didn't argue, instead, he told her to come with him.
He took her to the outside deck that looked over the large property. From up there, the house seemed less like a home and more like a place from which he controlled things. Men moved in specific ways below, and their weapons always shined in the sun, and groups of black cars came and went through gates with guards.
