83. FELIX YEATS (POV)

I take a step back, but I don’t take my eyes off her. Isabelle is silent, arms crossed, like she’s trying to protect herself from me. And maybe she is.

Our breathing is heavy after all the adrenaline from the conversation. For a moment, when I saw her here in this room, I thought she was going to do...

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