••• Isabella’s POV •••
“W-What?” I sputtered, thankful I wasn’t drinking the hot chocolate Darien had prepared for me, or I would ruin all the documents on my desk. “Why would I do that?”
Where on Earth did that question come from? What was Ethan going to tell me if he shifted in front of me? Should I feel scared now? I felt like I should.
“You have to tell me why you asked me that,” I demanded, feeling like I should be backtracking on my promise about the shift.
“You’ll know everything soon,” he replied cryptically.
I rolled my eyes. I should have expected that.
“Then why did you ask me that now?” I accused him.
It was a moment before he replied. He must have been multi-tasking while I was just… sitting here and waiting for him to answer. I feel inadequate now. Maybe he was right
