Isabella’s POV

My chest is on fire, my heart pounding so violently I feel it in my temples as if it might burst. Every instinct in me is screaming at me to run, to fight, to scream, to do something, but I know better than to act without a plan. Not here, not now, not in the car with this man. The one whose obsession is as palpable as the heat radiating from his body. Every muscle in my body is coiled, ready to spring, but I cannot.

I force my breathing slow, forced, almost rhythmic, ...