(Isabella’s POV)
My finger trembles as I slide the button right to answer the phone, pissed at the obvious shaking in my voice, I hear myself say. “Hello.”
My breath hitches as I wait to hear Santiago tell me he’s reconciling with Layla and wants to end the contract.
“Hey, would you please join my father and I for dinner?”
“Dinner with your father?” I repeat, stunned and looking for words.
“Yes, my father wants to meet you.”
I run my fingers through my hair processing that he didn’t call to terminate our contract and that he is voluntarily having me in the same room as his father.
“Be thankful he didn’t do this in person,” my wolf says in my mind. “And close your mouth, child.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up,” I tell her.
Then I realize that my mouth is indeed hanging wide ope
