CHRISTIAN
For a moment, I could do nothing but stare—stare at her like she was something unreal, something I had been chasing in my dreams and had never expected to actually catch.
Then, suddenly, I was moving.
I was leaning forward, pressing my palm against her cheek, my fingers trembling as I cupped her face.
“Isabella.” My voice cracked.
Her eyes finally found mine.
She frowned. “…Christian?”
Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
I exhaled shakily, my thumb brushing against her cheek.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m here.”
Her brows furrowed deeper, confusion flashing across her face. She licked her dry lips, shifting slightly—but then she winced.
Pain.
Shit.
“You hit your head,” I rushed out quickly. “There was an accident. You were unconscious for—”
I cut myself off, my
