IZABELLA
For the first time since last night, the memory of my failed dinner hit me as I crossed the hallway to the study with my sketchpad under my arm.
I didn’t exactly have time to unpack what a mess last night was after dinner.
The moment the dishes were cleared, Ignazio took Disney away—probably to scold her—and I made my way upstairs and crumpled myself into my very welcoming bed.
Planning and putting together that dinner had taken a lot out of me. But now that I had time to think, I had a lot of questions, a lot regarding Nikandr and even more now regarding the clearly fraught relationship between him and Ignazio’s sister.
My thoughts continued to wind down as I tried to figure things out, only for that thought process to be interrupted when I felt a tingle ghost along my spi
