VANISHING ACT
ISABELLA’S POV
The first thing she noticed was the pain.
A dull ache radiated from her wrists—raw from days in cuffs—followed by the sterile sting of antiseptic. The beep of a heart monitor anchored her to reality.
*Hospital.*
Isabella forced her eyes open, blinking against the fluorescent glare. A shadow moved in the corner.
**“Took you long enough.”**
Ethan.
His usual smirk was absent. Dark stubble roughened his jaw, and his hooded eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn’t slept since she’d been taken.
**“Daniel?”** Her voice cracked.
**“Dead.”** Ethan dragged a chair closer, the legs screeching against the tile. **“One bullet. Between the eyes.”**
She flinched. The last thing she remembered was the cold press of Daniel’s gun to her temple,
