The moment I get home, I run up the stairs and go straight to Isabella’s room, intending to give her a lecture. When I enter, however, she’s not there. I turn around, about to head out in search of her in Rosa’s room, when I hear the shower turn on.
“Isabella.” I bang on the bathroom door. “We need to talk.”
“I’m taking a shower. It can wait.”
“You can shower later.” I bang on the door again. “I talked with Damian. You’re dropping your spy hobby starting now.”
“You’re welcome, Luca,” she shouts over the sound of running water. “I was happy to help.”
“This is not a f*****g game! If anyone even suspects what you and your mother are doing, it won’t end well!”
“You said you don’t allow yelling in this house.”
“New rules.” I beat my open palm against the door. “Open the door, or I’m brea
