IZABELLA
Hours later, we were crammed in the backseat of the Range on the way back to the manor with dozens of shopping bags in tow, because—of course—Nicole lied.
But I guess I needed the retail therapy anyway.
We pulled into the driveway just as the sun began to set. I stepped out of the car and immediately felt a prickle along the back of my neck.
It had me seeking him out before I was even aware I was doing it.
I looked around, following the sensation until I saw Ignazio’s car parked a few feet away.
My heart picked up in my chest.
I considered going to find him––stupidly––but instead, waited as the guards retrieved our bags and Nicole and I headed toward the front entrance.
My eyes followed a few security guards moving to the side of the house, and as I got closer, I spott
