Isabella’s POV
My pulse hammered in my ears.
That glint—just a flicker of glass on the cliffs—was gone, swallowed by the sinking sun, but I knew what I’d seen. I wasn’t imagining it. I wasn’t losing my mind.
He was watching me.
Even when he wasn’t here.
A shiver raced down my spine, cold and invasive. My hands curled against the stone sill as though I could steady myself, but my thoughts spiraled out of control.
How many cameras? How many hidden eyes?
Was he watching me eat? Watching me tug uselessly at the cuffs this morning? Watching me glare at the ceiling like some madwoman trying to keep herself sane?
The heat in my cheeks burned hotter than fire. Humiliation sank its claws into me, deeper than the hunger, deeper than the fear.
Because he wasn’t just keeping me trapped. He wa
