Damien’s POV
Isabella.
She was still lying on the floor.
The exact same spot. The exact same position.
Had she heard me coming and decided to stage this little scene just to catch my attention? She’s a w***e…performance is their currency.
And yet… my gut twisted, a sharp knot I couldn’t quite ignore.
“Isabella,” I barked, stepping closer, and kicked her lightly. No response.
My throat tightened. I crouched, reaching out…
“Isabella?” My voice cracked this time.
No movement. No sound.
Just silence.
My fingers barely touched her skin before I yanked them back like I’d been burned.
Not cold.
The opposite.
Her body was molten. Scalding. Her skin hot enough to make my palm sting.
“f**k,” I whispered, panic slicing through me.
She began trembling violently, her lips moving soundle
