Isabella didn’t know how long she had been unconscious, but the horrors of that night haunted her dreams until they finally jolted her back to reality. She scanned the room, realizing she was back in her bedroom. How she had gotten there was a mystery. A sudden wave of panic hit her. She immediately reached up, touching her face, her eyes, and her ears. Thank goodness—she could see just fine. He hadn’t permanently broken her.
The door creaked open and Joy walked in, stopping to offer a low bow. "Good morning, Madam."
Isabella could only manage a weak nod.
"It is good to see you awake, Ma'am," Joy continued, her voice soft. "You have been unconscious for two days."
Isabella’s eyes widened. Two days? She had lost two whole days? On second thought, it made sense. Tavian had traumatized he
