“Come with me.” My eyebrows draw together as my heart pounds erratically in my chest. “Come with you where?” “Wherever I go.” His voice is soft, but his eyes are pleading. “I don’t want to live life without you, Isla. I can’t stand the thought of being away from you. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I want you to come with me, to be by my side, wherever that may be.”
