Isabella’s point of view
I left before the men returned. Bruno had brushed his thumb on my cheek and assured me.
“I will come to you,” he had said.
I almost told him I loved him. The words hovered at the back of my throat, but something held them there, fear of being rejected or was it my pride?
The hallway felt so long and quiet, that I couldn’t wait to get to the next intersection, at least the guards hanging around that side would escort me down to the wing if I asked. It was starting to feel chilly, and I was just somehow uncomfortable. There was this strong urge to go back to Bruno’s arms, but he had already assured me he will come to me.
The estate always has sound, distant footsteps, low murmurs, doors opening and closing, the faint hum of the security systems. But this hallway
