Julian's POV

A sharp knock came at the door. My brows pulled together immediately, no one ever dared disturb me when I was in here.

Before I could even respond, the door cracked open and a timid face peeked through. Isabella. Her small voice followed, uncertain but steady enough to carry across the room.

“Sir… dinner is ready.”

The irritation flared instantly. My study was the only place I could breathe, the only space that still felt mine and she’d just walked in without my ...