LEO'S POV.
I leaned back in my chair, eyes closed, replaying the moments from the night of the gala over and over.
There were too many things that happened that night, way too many to count. Where do I even start?
Isabel had come back for me, even though she could have escaped. She knew what was at stake, and yet she risked it all. And for what? Just because she saw that I was about to shift? Who does that? It didn’t make sense. She had a chance at freedom, and yet, she turned back—for me. I didn't know how I felt about that.
I remembered the conflict in her gaze, the moment she seemed torn between fleeing and coming back when she saw me start to shift. It was almost like she knew at that point what she was giving away. Like she knew that it she turned back at that point there'll be n
