Isabella’s POV

York’s eyes flicked between Ethan and me nervously. The tension in the room felt like a physical form, and York slowly stepped to one corner of the room, as if scared of getting caught in the crossfire.

Wise man.

Ethan’s stern expression didn’t waver for the longest while, and my awkwardness grew to the point where I felt the need to copy York’s actions. But I reminded myself why I was here and set my shoulders back ...