CLAIRE'S POV
My fist clenched instinctively as Isabella clutched my arms tightly, digging her nails harshly into my skin.
I hadn’t forgiven her for everything she had done to me; I had only opted to come because of my sanity. Ethan's persistence was sickening and I feared what he might do if I refused.
A faint chuckle escaped Isabella's lips as she leaned in close. Her venomous whispers were meant only for my ears as she said, “Look who finally learned to grovel.”
Grovel? Who does this wench think she is?
Before I could respond, her next words caused rage to fill me. "Does your face still hurt? Neil's kick was brutal, wasn’t it? Too bad it didn’t land on your stomach, your little bastard could've been sent straight to where it came from."
That was it!
Isabella had crossed the line t
