ZIRA

Isaiah looked at me, and I noticed his gray eyes still held anger. My heart raced as I pressed my back against the door, facing him. For a moment, I thought I was having another dream. However, my nerves started to calm when I saw Isabella slide into the back seat. 

“Relax, Zira. I’m not going to hurt you,” Isaiah growled as he pulled off, keeping his gaze on the road.  

I’m sorry. Were we both in that room back there? I thought to myself.  

We drove for a few minutes before I settled back into the seat, pulling the towel tighter against my body. We didn’t talk the...