It was painful.
But it wasn't the pain that stopped her.
Crying tears of rage, Isadore moved further forcing herself to embrace the searing intensity of the barrier.
But she couldn't, her heart, her feet, the wall in her own head, all together was too much.
Maybe if she hadn't felt his presence behind her with every single fiber of her being, she could have ignored the torment that exploded inside her.
But he was there.
Isadore felt him, perceived him, could feel his strength, grasp the intensity of his fury.
And yet Rhys hadn't come to stop her.
Turning to stare into his eyes, catching his silver gaze, Isadore read a cold awareness gleaming in them.
He wasn't there to stop her, he'd followed her to protect her.
"I hate you..." she murmured, venting all the frustration that was b
