"Where on earth did William disappear to? I shouldn't have let him out of my sight, knowing the storm raging inside him," Isabella murmured, pacing the room. Her nerves were frayed as she thought about William, who hadn't come back from the woods after the upheaval. He had asked for a breather, and she had reluctantly given him space, crossing her fingers so he'd find his bearings.

"It's the break of dawn, and he still hasn't shown up?" She grumbled, glancing at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time and trying William's number again, but only getting voicemail. Annoyed, she flung her phone onto the bed and kept...