C95 Murder

"What?" My voice trembled with shock.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My mind refused to process it.

"Ezekiel!" I turned to him, my heart pounding. "What are you saying?"

Ezekiel stepped closer, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. His grip was warm, steady—but the look in his eyes sent a chill through me.

"Isabella, listen," he said gently.

He pulled me into his arms