Chapter Thirteen – The Distance Between Us

Isabella’s POV

The mansion felt heavier the next day. Not silent—just… tense. I remembered the brush of our hands in the library, the way he looked at me in the kitchen, the words he refused to say.

I woke up with that strange pressure sitting in my chest. Part confusion, part longing, part irritation. Adrian DeLuca was becoming a puzzle I didn’t ask for but couldn’t stop trying to solve. Every time I thought I finally understood him, he ...