ISABELLA
Christian's eyes darted between us, taking in the scene before him. He could see my clothes clinging to me, the fabric sodden and heavy with water. He reached out to help me out of the fountain, his grip firm and steady as he pulled me to my feet. I shivered in the cold air, my teeth chattering as I clutched my clothing around me. His gaze narrowed as he turned to Stella, his expression hardening.
"What the hell happened?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.
Christian's embrace was tight and protective, his arms holding me against him like a lifeline. I could feel the warmth of his body seeping through his wet shirt, mixing with the coolness of the water on my skin. His arms felt strong and unyielding, as if he was trying to shield me from the world and the danger that l
