CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE
ISOBEL
I tightened my grip on the rag in my hand as I moved through the house. I had barely slept, because my mind had been a huge mess. My mind was filled with thoughts of Mason’s kiss, the fear of being caught, and the way my heart betrayed me every time he touched me. I needed a distraction, something to keep my mind occupied, and cleaning was like the perfect solution.
The kitchen was empty when I got there, which was exactly what I needed. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. I wiped down the counters, scrubbed away invisible stains, and focused only on cleaning on. The silence was comforted me and made me feel at peace.
But, of course, peace never lasted long for me.
I heard a loud crash behind me, and it made me flinch. I turned quickly, and my eyes land
