For Natalie Pierce, everything felt like it had been flipped upside down.
Her encounter with Issac Monroe had been accidental—strange, chaotic, almost cinematic in its absurdity. She had convinced herself that the two of them came from utterly different worlds, that their meeting was nothing more than a fleeting intersection of mismatched destinies.
And yet…
Her mind betrayed her.
Again and again, vivid fragments of that night—heated, breathless, overwhelming—rose in her memory like scenes from a fever dream, lingering no matter how hard she tried to shake them off. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t attachment. It felt more like a haunting—an imprint left on her very pulse.
She didn’t even understand why her feet carried her here.
But somehow, like someone bewitched, she found herself wal
