ISABEL'S POV.
Leo’s arms tightened around me, his warmth barely doing anything to help with the trauma of the chaos we had just endured. Even in his arms, I couldn’t stop shaking. The scarred man’s words echoed in my mind, taunting me, warning me that this wasn’t over. That It wouldn’t be over.
“Isabel,” Leo murmured, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. His gaze softened as he took in my tear-streaked face. “Stop crying. You’re safe now, I promise. No one's going to touch you."
I nodded weakly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling heavily. “He said... he said this isn’t the end. That we’ll never be safe. What_what does he mean by that? He said_ he said that meeting each other was the worst mistake of our lives.”
His jaw tightened, and a flick
