Isabella
I was sitting upright and staring into the eyes of a woman who had taught me almost everything I know about extracting secrets from strong individuals. Evelyn, a lady I look at as a mother figure despite the fact we had only known each other a short time.
The truth was at the tip of my tongue, and she had me by the collar. But how can I tell her that my mate is broken, the very truth that has the power to destroy him forever. How can I put that power in the hands of a woman who wants me for her son?
“Mom,” we were immediately interrupted by a soft voice. It happened to be Benjamin. He was standing at the entrance into the sitting room and robbing his eyes with his knuckles. “Mom, I can’t sleep,” he said.
“Oh sweetheart, go back to your room, I will be there in a moment,” I rep
