Leon's POV:
I followed Isabela into the cabin.
The door had barely shut behind me before I felt the warmth. Firelight flickered in the hearth, and the room smelled faintly of warm milk, clean wood, and something so completely hers that it stopped me cold.
It was the same faint sweetness clinging to her skin and clothes. I hadn't smelled it in three years.
She crossed to the sofa and sat down without looking at me.
"Sit," she said. Her voice was flat and self-possessed, as if she were speaking to a guest she barely knew.
I took the chair across from her and kept a careful distance between us.
The cabin was quiet. The only sound was the soft crackle of wood burning in the fireplace.
I looked at her when I thought she wasn't paying attention.
She was thinner than before, but healthie
