IZABELLA
At first, I didn’t speak.
Then one of his eyebrows curved up, making me instantly point to the door mutely. That still wasn’t a proper explanation either, so I started to speak of course, stumbling over my words as I narrated everything—from finding the door in my closet, to stumbling through it, then seeing the spider over his bed, and then the series of events that led to me falling all over him.
Yeah... it was as bad as it sounded.
Ignazio studied me as I spoke, dark eyes as unnervingly focused as usual. And when I was done, he was still watching me. I waited for him to scold me for my nosiness or just send me back to my room, but instead, he turned around and reached for the glass tumbler on his nightstand, extended a hand to let it drop into the glass, then turned it o
