#19 - My Everything

I would absolutely revel in the stench of victory right about now. If only the sweet blow I had dealt Jackson after decimating his carefully laid out plans to steal from Isabella wasn't hurting my girl. If I only I wasn't so scared out of my mind of losing her as I realized that the bridge I'd so cockily claimed I would cross when I got there just became a freaking gorge, wide and unforgiving, between us. "Isabella..." I reached for her, wanting to feel her close, to be the comfort I knew she'd need after she heard what I had to say, but she stepped back, my perceived betrayal burning in her gaze. Damn it! I internally cursed, totally hating how this was playing out. I mean, there was no way in hell it was going to play out any perfectly, but in all the scenarios I'd pictured while I th