Nathan’s POV
I sat in my office with the blinds drawn, the midday sun spilling shadows across the floor, soft and unwanted. The light didn't reach me. Not really. Not today.
My elbows rested on the edge of the desk as I leaned forward, head lowered, fingers steepled beneath my lips.
It had been eighteen hours since Isabelle left.
Eighteen.
Not a damn word since.
Not even through the mind link.
I wasn’t sure if she was asleep… or if she’d deliberately shut me out.
The latter twisted something inside me. A slow, grinding ache right beneath my ribs—like something was missing from my chest and my body was just now realizing it.
She had never done that before. Not even when she was angry. Not when we argued. Not when we disagreed.
I swallowed hard, dragging my thumb over the dark stu
