Isabella’s POV
Ian's hand closed around my arm, firm and unyielding, like he'd already made up his mind and wasn't about to change it. Without a word, he guided me down the hallway, away from the living room, away from Sophie, and toward the front door.
I let him lead me. Not because I couldn't pull away, but because the last thing I wanted was to cause a scene in my parents' house with Sophie just a few rooms away.
When we reached the door, Ian pulled it open.
A rush of cold night air swept over us, sharp enough to sting my skin. It cut through the warmth of the house, clearing my head whether I wanted it to or not.
Ian stepped outside behind me and quietly pulled the door almost shut.
We stood on the small front porch. Beyond the garden gate, the street was calm and still. A lone
