Isabella’s POV

Even at full strength, I could not win against my husband in a game of strength. With a useless arm and bummed ankle, my attempt was laughable. Still, I tried. 

“Are you…insane! We’re on the…fifth floor!” I yelled between coughs as Ethan pulled to a stop in front of the open window. A steady breeze kicked up through the opening, and a loud crash brought a part of the ceiling down into the sea of flames.

“I know,” he responded ...