~ Isabella’s POV

The next morning, I was pulled out of my dreams by a soft knock on the door. Blinking sleepily, I sat up, rubbing my eyes, as Kate mumbled something about “five more minutes.” Just as I was about to fall back into the pillows, there was another knock, louder this time. Grumbling playfully, I got up and opened the door to see one of Lucian’s guards standing there, looking a bit flustered.

“Good morning, Miss Isabella,” he said, bowing respectfully. “Sorry to ...