Chapter 63 – New Flame
**** Isabelle’s POV****
The rain had been falling since morning, a thin, unrelenting drizzle that turned the glass windows of Dante’s building into silver-veined mirrors. Isabelle stood in the hallway outside his office, arms wrapped loosely across her stomach, staring at the warped reflection of herself in the window.
It was easier to look at that than to stare at the closed office door.
The muted hum of voices and the occasional low murmur of footsteps in the corridor blended into the background, but Isabelle’s mind was too loud for her own comfort. For the past week, Dante had been distant—slipping into that controlled, unreadable version of himself that she used to think was reserved for enemies. Now she knew better. Sometimes, Dante wore that mask with the p
