**MATEO'S POV**

I arrived in Berlin last night. The wheels of the plane touched down at Tegel just after midnight, the city lights blurring past the jet window like streaks of wet paint. It might have seemed crazy to call Isabella after watching her disappear into her building, but I couldn't help myself. I stood across the street, collar pulled high against the biting wind, and waited until I heard the distinct click of her door closing before dialing her number.

Hearing her voice sleepy, irritated, but undeniably alive nearly shattered my resolve. I had to remind myself that this wasn't stalking.

It was 'concern'. I love her so much...