CHAPTER 73
Ethan's P.O.V
My hand, strong and calloused, held Isabella's wrist in a firm grip.
Isabella, ever the picture of a fragile, snow-white dove in the face of a storm, fought against my hold with a frantic energy that only served to further enkindle the burning wrathfulness stewing beneath my face. Her wide, hazel eyes, generally filled with a curious spark and a teasing glint, were now wide with fear, reflecting the fear that painted her face.
"Ethan, please," she whispered, her voice a pulsing plea. "I am sorry. You can not hurt me. I know you're... You are worried, but I would noway do that again."
My face remained fixed on her, unreadable, my jaw gripped tight. I was not really angry, I was just worried she had invaded my private study. I knew Isabella's fear stemmed fro
