ISABELLA’S POV
My breath caught, my heart pounding as Sebastian’s scream tore through the sound proofed office, a raw, guttural sound that silenced my anger. His face twisted, his hands clutching the desk, his body trembling as he collapsed against it, his eyes flickering with a golden glow that wasn’t human. I froze, my hand still stinging from the slap I’d delivered, my tears drying on my cheeks, my fury dissolving into panic.
What was happening to him? His knuckles whitened, his breath ragged, his shoulders hunching as if fighting an invisible force. My chest tightened, fear replacing the hurt his words had carved into me—calling me a f**k buddy, dismissing me like I was nothing. But now, seeing him in pain, none of that mattered.
“Oh my God, Sebastian, are you okay?” I asked, my vo
