C125 He is a red flag

Ezekiel arched his brows at Isabella, his voice heavy.

"Why did you go there?"

Isabella looked up, startled by his tone. Something felt off.

He didn’t like that she went to the police station.

"Why does it matter?" she asked softly, confused.

"I asked, why did you go there again?" Ezekiel repeated, his voice calmer but cold.

Isabella blinked, thrown off by his mood