Isabella was the one who looked away first and broke the spell
Killian awkwardly cleared his throat, searching for his voice. Rising from the bed, he said firmly,
“You are not allowed to leave this room. Breakfast and lunch will be served here. I expect you won’t defy my orders this time—because the punishment won’t be so easy next time.”
With that, he stepped toward the bathroom.
“Are you serious? You can’t do this to me. You can’t lock me in here!” Isabella yelled, her voice trembling with both anger and desperation.
“Oh, I can—and I will, angel,” Killian replied, his tone low and unyielding, before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Her shouts followed, muffled through the walls. A faint smirk touched his lips; at least she would learn her lesson now an
