Isabelle’s POV

The morning sun spilled through the curtains, filling my bedroom with warmth. It should have been comforting, but instead, it felt like a spotlight, exposing the chaos of my thoughts. After the storm Damion had stirred last night, I couldn’t shake the unease clinging to me. His words, his presence—they lingered like smoke in the air, impossible to ignore.

I sat at the breakfast table with Nathan, his cheerful humming a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. He munched ...