C137 The Trap

The morning after the celebration, Isabella woke to an empty bed.

She reached for Sebastian, but his side was cold. She sat up, her heart racing, and found him standing by the window, his back to her, his shoulders tense.

"Sebastian?" Her voice was soft. "What's wrong?"

He didn't turn. "I need to tell you something."

She climbed out of bed, wrapping a robe around herself