Chapter 58
****Isabelle’s POV****
The mansion was unusually quiet. Outside, the wind pushed gently through the trees that lined the driveway, their rustling like whispers between ghosts. Inside, the air was heavy with the aftermath of Luca’s death—too many doors closed, too many curtains drawn.
Isabelle moved carefully through the hallway, a mug of untouched tea cooling in her hand. The scent of lavender from the garden wafted through the windows, yet even that couldn’t calm the pounding in her chest. She hadn’t slept much since Luca was killed. Since the blood on the marble tiles told her the nightmare wasn’t over. Since Victor made his return known in the most brutal way imaginable.
She paused by the old library door, pressing her hand against the grain of the wood. Matteo used to s
