Chapter 20.
Alessio walked closer, each step heavy and deliberate, his eyes burning with a rage that seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. His fists were clamped tight at his sides, the knuckles white, and his jaw was set so hard it looked like it might shatter. He didn’t look at the crowd. He didn’t look at the guards. He only looked at Isadora, who was slumped on the floor, looking tired, broken, and utterly helpless.
The mall was no longer a place of commerce; it was a stage. Some people in the crowd squirmed in excitement, their phones held high to capture the legend that was Alessio Bianchi. Others trembled in fear, sensing the lethal energy radiating off him.
Gently, almost as if he were afraid she might break, Alessio lowered himself to Isadora’s level. She looked up at him,
