General POV
Isabella gazed down at the slender fingers clasped around her hand. They were warm, softer than she expected. The warmth creeping up her skin. She tried to wriggle her hand out of his hold, but he kept it strong.
His gaze dropped to meet hers; he appeared furious. She scoffed. What was he so furious for?
"If you are not going to let go of me, how are you different from them?"
"You don't seem to be panicking." He raised his brow at her.
"Because you can't hurt me." She said.
He scoffed, his voice turning a dark low before drawing her back to face him. "I have hurt lots of people before. You are not an exception."
She met his stare. "I only guessed you would be a decent person because you are a close friend of Mr. Derov. Otherwise, I don't trust you."
"Good." He said blan
