The steady murmur of the house faded into the background as Isabelle made her way toward the study. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor, each step echoing the frustration simmering inside her. Outside, the flashes of cameras strobed through the windows, bursts of light breaking the calm of the evening.
The storm was getting closer. And Sebastian—he didn’t seem the least bit fazed.
She found him standing by the window, his silhouette outlined against the soft glow of the evening sky. The steady flicker of camera flashes danced across his face, but his posture remained relaxed, his arms crossed over his chest as if he were simply watching the weather change.
She couldn’t begin to understand his patience.
“We have to do something,” she said, breaking the heavy silence.
He turned
