I S A B E L L A
I nod, though the knot in my chest refuses to loosen. “Thank you,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.
He approaches slowly, his gaze softening as he looks at me. “You should get some rest,” he says. “It’s been a long day.”
I hesitate, my fingers gripping the edge of the couch cushion. The thought of being alone tonight, even in this house, fills me with a dread I can’t quite explain. I know it’s irrational—Angelo has done everything to ensure my safety—but the events of the night have left me shaken.
“Angelo…” I start, my voice wavering. He stops, turning to face me fully, his brows furrowing in concern. “Can you… Stay close tonight? I just… I don’t think I can sleep alone.”
The words come out in a rush, and I immediately feel heat rising to my cheeks. I’m not
