“Isabella,” I said through the mind link, tapping my finger against the oak desk.
sabella,” Kylo sat across from me, scrolling through our old texts and pictures we had taken before Scarlett tore us apart. I didn’t think he’d still have those texts. Hell, I deleted all my conversations with him. But Kylo had always been more sentimental than I ever had—because even if he wanted to kill me at one point, we had been friends for so long.
Last night, Kylo and I had talked about Scarlett, Mom, and Isabella until the rain drowned the last of the embers in the bonfire. Though it was awkward as hell, it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it’d be after learning about how he and Isabella had been mates in their past lives. Yet the whole time, I had tried to find something wrong or deceptive about him bu
