C10 HIDDEN AGENDAS

Isabella’s POV

The house made one feel like a prison. Every stride I made reflected back to me, a reminder that I was imprisoned and that I could not flee the storm building around me. After my meeting with my father and Enzo, I had left the warehouse, but the weight of their words still tormented me.

It was all too much: Marco's cryptic warnings, Enzo's icy determination