Isabella’s POV

‘You’re divine, Little Moon.’

Laughter—low and mocking—rippled through the night sky.

My pulse spiked. I spun, searching the wide, open field, but there was no one in sight.

Pampas grass stretched in every direction, glowing eerily under the moonlit sky. 

Where was I? More importantly, how had I even gotten here? 

I paused when I saw a lone figure outlined in the distance. My feet moved on their own, even ...