(Isabella’s POV)
Not having anywhere else to go, I return to Ariana’s house. She looks to have just woken up with messy hair and sipping on a cup of coffee.
She looks me up and down, clearly noticing I’m wearing a man’s shirt. Suddenly she’s perky…wiggling her eyebrows at me she says, “Okay, who’s the new man in your life? What’s his name?”
“It’s Santiago,” I say. “He’s my mate.”
Ariana’s eyes widen. “Santiago?”
I nod, “Yes.”
Ariana pats the chair next to her. “Come, sit.”
I do as she asks.
“You know, Isabella, his reputation is…well, I mean…he’s kinda indifferent when it comes to marriage. Even when he appeared with Layla, their relationship seemed…well, distant.”
I feel my forehead scrunch as I think about how to reply to that, but before I can say anything…
“Or is that just w
