IZABELLA
I’ve been sitting on the kitchen island from the moment Euron brought me back to the villa.
With an Ice pack pressed against my cheek, i tried not to overwhelm myself with worry.
I tried to relax, especially with how hectic my whole day had gotten, but even though it was just me and total silence of the villa around me, I felt tense as hell.
I was initially in shock when I returned to the villa, but now that the events of tonight had mostly worn off––adrenaline as well––I was now left with a feeling of agitation that was only growing by the second.
I pressed the ice pack a little more against my cheek and slumped my shoulders, knowing that Euron was probably speaking to Ignazio.
I hadn’t seen him since he handed me the bag of frozen peas to calm the bruising down. Neith
