Rhea POV
Isa.
The name echoed in my skull for a few seconds until it finally clicked, and I almost tripped over my own feet.
She was Isa?
The Isa he mentioned that night?
“Come in,” she said, but I hesitated. Seeing this, she added, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Then she winked at me before stepping back, giving me more room to enter.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a deep breath and slowly stepped inside, only to jolt as the door clicked shut behind me.
The room was large—too beautiful—but my gaze was only focused on the couch, seeing Dorian slumped there.
He had his head thrown back, eyes shut tight. Sweat rolled down the sharp lines of his heaving chest and abs. The air in the room was thick with his potent, aggressive scent that I had to swallow hard just to keep my san
