C14 THE HEAT OF BETRAYAL

Isabella's POV

The evening seems sharper somehow, as though every shadow in the room had sharpened to a knife. Apart from that I need answers, I'm not sure why I'm in his office pacing like an imprisoned animal. Possibly even closing. But I am sure Enzo will not provide either.

The door opens, and I swivel around, heart hammering between my ribs as Enzo walks inside. His eyes are stern