~ Isabella’s POV

“Did you really think I was just going to let you walk away from me, Bella?” Jack’s voice was low, dark with something I couldn’t quite place—anger, desire, or perhaps something even worse.

“Don’t touch me, Jack,” I said, trying to sound steady even though my body was shaking with fear and adrenaline. I gripped the edge of the bed for support, feeling the rough wood beneath my fingers as if it might anchor me to this moment.

“Touch you? You think I’m just going to walk away?” He stepped forward, his movements predatory, his eyes fixed on mine as though I were the only thing that...