Isabella has a fever…?
“How bad is it?” I asked, standing so still, my chest the only part of me that was moving.
“Bad, sir,” Sophia answered. “She hasn’t been able to get out of bed all day.”
I was already moving towards her room, my pace hurried, my heart beating so loud that it was all I could hear. I knew we overdid it last night. We should have paced ourselves, taken it slow with her. She has only ever been with Richard, and taking two men at once? That must have been too much.
Both my father and I were so caught up in our heads, in our competition, that we didn’t even see what we were doing to her.
God, we were bastards.
I took the stairs up to her room, already in the hallway, but then my father came out of nowhere, blocking my path.
He stood in front of me with his hands
