CHAPTER 63

Isabella's pov

He laughed again, the sound cruel and polished, a maestro reveling in a symphony of control. “We shall see, my dear Isabella. We shall see”.

He stepped back, leaving the room momentarily, giving me a breath, a second to collect myself. My hands throbbed where the rope cut into my wrists, my blindfold pressing uncomfortably against my eyes, but my heart—my heart remained focused. Adrian would come. He would come, and he would show them all why he was ...