CHAPTER 17
A PAIR OF UNEXPECTED EYES
ISABELLA
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, listening to nothing.
The house was quiet, or maybe that was just my room, tucked away in the west wing, far from the terrace where Camille and Alexander were eating lunch. Far from his voice and far from his eyes.
I fled the moment he arrived. One look at him stepping out of that car, one second of his gaze finding mine, and I had turned and walked inside like my feet were on fire. I didn't stop until I was in my room.
This is f*****g ridiculous, Isabella.
I reached for my phone before I could talk myself out of it, wanting distraction that I believed Julien could give to me. So I called him.
I listened to it riang. Once, twice, three times, four before it finally went into voicemail
