ISABEL'S POV
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, struggling to keep the frustration out of my voice. My hands clutched the fabric of my dress, that nervous habit that always seemed to betrayed me no matter how hard I tried to hide it. I hated it, but it happened anyway, with or without my permission. “Seriously, I’m fine now, I swear. I need to get back to work!”
Leo stood opposite me, his imposing figure causing me to shift uncomfortably on my feet. His large arms were crossed over his chest, his jaw set like stone. “No,” he said simply, his voice calm but hard.
I groaned audibly and threw my hands up. “Why not? What’s wrong with me going back to my duties? I’ve been sitting idle for too long, and it’s driving me crazy. It's not like I'm still all that weak. Why can't I just go back to
