Isabelle’s POV
The quiet was maddening.
Everyone in the house was fast asleep, wrapped in their own dreams and unbothered by the kind of thoughts that were currently tying me up in knots.
I wasn’t that lucky.
I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling like it had answers it would whisper if I watched it long enough. But all it offered was stillness. The soft breeze from the open window tugged at the sheer curtain and cooled the sweat on my forehead, but it couldn’t touch the heat that burned beneath my skin.
I turned my head slightly and looked at him. Nathan.
Fast asleep.
His brows were relaxed in a way I rarely got to see. The strong line of his jaw softened in sleep. His lips, usually pressed into a firm, unreadable line, were parted just enough to show that he was truly at peac
