Isabella’s POV

Ethan…?

I stumbled to my feet as the smoke parted like curtains on a darkened stage. The figure stepped forward, forming more distinctly from the haze. For a frightful moment, I wasn’t sure if those purposeful strides really seemed familiar or if it was just wishful thinking. Wasn’t sure if those broad shoulders bearing the Royal Guards’ crest were the same as I’d seen hundreds of times before or if they were a remnant of a dream I ...