Isabella’s POV

The drive to King’s Estate was surprisingly quiet. Or maybe not so surprising given the company.

York sat beside me in the back seat, his posture rigid. I couldn’t tell for sure if his tension was because he was sitting next to me, or because of the King’s emissaries who occupied the front of the car.

My money was on the latter, since I thought we should’ve hashed out whatever tension was between us after the dramatic encounter this morning. My lips ...