After the shower, Nathan wrapped Isabella tightly in a towel and carried her back to the room. “Tired?” Nathan asked gently, holding her.
“Mm.” Isabella responded softly.
“Be good and go to sleep now. I will help you to dry your hair.” Nathan nuzzled her nose and hugged her tighter. Before Nathan could even finish drying her hair, Isabella fell asleep. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, then left the bedroom.
A short while later, in a room downstairs.
Andrew Smith had a bag over his head, his hands and feet bound, kneeling on the ground with something stuffed in his mouth. He struggled and mumbled incessantly, not knowing what he was saying.
He remembered vaguely about what had gone wrong in that restaurant. He was first hit by Isabella, his face was covered in blood. The next thing
