Isabel didn’t expect him to catch her that fast, but he did. His arms were strong, steady, completely in control even when everything else around her spun. He set her down on her feet again, but his grip on her arms didn’t loosen right away.
“What’s wrong with you?” he snapped, his voice was filled with more than just anger, “you’ve been doing nothing but reckless things since the moment you stepped into this house.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed, heart still racing, “I didn’t mean to-”
“You didn’t mean to sneak out, you didn’t mean to climb shelves, you didn’t mean to put yourself and the baby in danger?” His eyes darkened, “you signed a contract, Isabel.”
Her chest tightened.
“There’s a clause in it,” he continued coldly, “if you do anything that risks the pregnancy, you’re required
