~ Stephano

Isabella’s House

The closer I got to Isabella’s gated driveway, the hotter the anger in my chest burned.

This kind of anger was different. It was a low, ugly flame licking up my ribs, tightening the muscles along my jaw until it felt like I’d crack teeth. I shouldn’t have come here in person. Any sane man would have sent lawyers, security, maybe a demolition crew. But sanity wasn’t something I had much of when it came to Camilla… and especially not after what Isabella had done.

The gates were wide open.

Wide.

Open.

It felt like she was expecting me. It felt ike she thought I’d come...