Drake POV
I became familiar with another side of Isabella after we left the café. One that I hoped to never see again. The defeated Isabella. The fact that she could not mark me weighed much heavier on her than I thought it would and my dumbass flirting with the waitress only added to the weight of it.
When we returned to the packhouse, she went up to bed alone, complaining of a headache and I went in search of Natasha. I found her in the library with a book in her hand and her feet up. She smiled at me when I walked in, but her smile fell when I didn’t return it.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, snapping her book closed, and dragging her feet off the ottoman, so she could sit up straight.
“I’m surprised I found you,” I said, crossing the room and lowering myself into the chair next to hers
