Isabelle POV

He looked almost exactly as I remembered—tall, broad-shouldered, with the same kind brown eyes that had once made me feel safe. But there was something different about him now, a confidence that hadn’t been there before.

“Brian?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His lips curved into a small smile as he took a step forward. “It’s been a long time.”

Damion’s gaze flicked between us, his confusion deepening. “Wait… this is Brian?”

My mind raced as I ...