Laying on her covers staring at the ceiling, Isabella’s mind was a sea of uncertainty. The moment she had shared with Rowan had thrown her overboard and she couldn’t find a life raft to cling too.
He had come to her door a few times that day, knocking gently and calling her name but leaving again when she had refused to answer. She couldn’t answer him, what could she say to him? He was the man who had stolen her from her friends and family, but she couldn’t deny that she had felt something during that kiss.
Rolling over she growled annoyed as the chain around her ankle clanged against the wooden frame of her bed. A soft knock sounded from her door before Graham’s voice called softly through the wood, ‘Isabella? May I come in? I have your lunch’ he said quietly.
Sighing, Isabella drew
