IZABELLA
When my eyes opened next, I wasn’t staring up at the large white wolf, but at an unfamiliar ceiling.
My eyes were narrowed slightly as awareness began to seep into my skin, along with other sensations.
The sheets beneath me felt familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. I glanced at the ceiling, shifting my gaze to what I could see of the room around me, dimmed by the heavy, closed curtains.
I wasn’t in my room.
I blinked once, and my puzzlement shoved away the last vestiges of sleep.
I wasn’t particularly panicked though, as memories of last night flooded into my head along with the rest of my senses.
A prickle of awareness tingled down my spine, and that was when I realized that I wasn’t alone.
I sat up slowly, looking across what I now realized was Ignazio’s ro
