Levi’s POV
Isabella’s voice slid through the line, breathless and tinged with a thrill that sent a shiver down my spine. Even over the phone, I could hear the rush of wind around her, as if her world was spinning in sync with her words.
“I’m taking my bath now, Master. Please wait for me. I don’t want to talk to you for just five minutes.”
Her words took me back to a memory that had etched itself deep into my mind—the day I first saw her, bursting out of her apartment with the kind of energy that electrifies the air. Her long hair had cascaded down her back, catching the sunlight as she ran, each step carrying a rhythm that was as joyful as it was mesmerizing. She had been like a butterfly then, her white skirt fluttering around her like delicate wings. And now, that same butterfly was
