ISABELLA
"Can we leave?" I whispered, shivering slightly from his touch. I didn't want to look at him or even speak to him.
"Is anything wrong?" Matteo's voice was calm. Calmer than I had ever heard him speak before, and with a twinge of soemthing I couldn't recognise.
I wanted to tell him what his brother had said to me, but decided against it. What did it matter? They were brothers anyway, and may have had this discussion proir to now.
"I just want to go home." I replied, sternly.
He must have gotte the memo because he fished out his phone, not for once letting go of his hold on me. "Mal? Please bring out the car to the front. We will be leaving now."
I let him guide me towards the entrance and into the car.
The drive to his home was silent.
And I appreciated it.
Matteo sat on t
