ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Benito looked like he was going to blow a fuse but I didn’t care. If he had his way, I knew he would wrap his arms around my neck and squeeze until he saw the life leave my eyes and it grated on his nerves that he couldn’t do that. Instead, he squared his shoulders and went for a bored look.
“I see you are back finally,” he drawled. “Where did you go on your little rendezvous?”
“I went underground,” I shrugged. “The demands of this life were too much and they caused me to break out. Do you know what it is like to have acne? What am I saying? Of course you do.”
His nostrils flared and I caught Lorenzo giving me a warning look that was smothered by amusement. He was enjoying it just as much as I was but I knew Benito’s patience would only last so long so I went for a ve
