Isabella’s POV

I froze when I emerged from the bathroom, the towel I was using to dry my freshly washed hair falling to the floor as fear steepled through my limbs. I quickly forced my expression into one of indignation as I stepped further into the room, checking to ensure the robe I’d belted earlier was properly fixed.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I grated out.

Sebastian's responding smile was mischievous. “I haven’t seen you in two ...