~Isabel~
He leaned in until our breaths mingled, his eyes burning with a focused, icy loathing.
"I’m supposed to hate you, Isabel. And sincerely I do, Every time I see you at my table, it’s a reminder of how easily my father is played. I’m going to make this supposed internship so miserable that you pack your thrift-store clothes and run back to whatever hole you crawled out of."
"Is that a threat?" I challenged, my breath hitching.
"It’s a promise." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"I’m going to watch you fail. No amount of silk can hide what you really are. You don't belong here!"
He simply stared at me with a hard, unforgiving intensity before he stepped back into the darkness.
"Don't be late tomorrow," he added as he moved slowly away, "you were early this morning, but
