Chapter Ten

Adrian's POV

The silence in the mansion was louder than gunfire.

It followed me from room to room, clinging to the marble walls like smoke. Days had passed since the incident in my mother's room, but the air still felt charged-like a storm that refused to break.

And the cause of it moved quietly through the halls, careful not to breathe the same air as me.

Isabella.

She didn't speak to me.

Not a word.

Not at breakfast, not in the corridors, not even the polite hellos she used ...