ISABELLA'S POV.
Cold chills ran down my spine hearing those words, whatever defiance I had, whatever walls I built. Whatever anger and energy and resilience I had before , they all cracked on the spot
I let myself loose swinging forward on the rsil standing back to my feets, the iciness of the tiles shot through my skin as I inched forward,
I closed all the space between us, hating the god awful annoying grin still on his face.
“Don't you dare lay a finger on Matteo, don't you dare …I can see that look in your eyes, you bloody devil. If you lay a finger on my brother, I'll...”
“What?” He asked. Cutting into my words, pulling me closer, his arms wrapped behind my waist.
I wouldn't mistake this for compassion or a joke impact. Maybe I felt fear for thr first time in a long while; I
