Chapter 35 POV: Isabella

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, painting the room in stripes of warmth and light. I stirred under the blankets, muscles aching, my body stiff from sleep—or maybe from the adrenaline that had refused to leave me since last night. The mansion was quiet now, almost deceptively so. Too quiet. My fingers traced the edge of the pillow, feeling the absence of him beside me. Adrian. He had left early, as always, for business, for ...