Chapter 75

Isabella’s POVWaiting was its own kind of violence.:.38 VouchersI hadn’t realized that until now, until days began slipping past in a blur of routines and silences, of guarded glances and half-finished conversations. Every vibration of my phone made my heart stutter. Every unfamiliar car slowing near the gates made my spine go rigid.The Vitellis hadn’t replied.And somehow, that was worse.