Isabelle’s POV
The air still felt heavy even after Damion finally left. His words, his touch, his kiss—it all lingered like a storm cloud over my thoughts. My lips still tingled, not just from his kiss but from the anger and disbelief that followed. What had just happened? How had I let it get this far?
I paced back and forth in my living room, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to shake off the emotions swirling inside me. Damion Ryder was like a hurricane—unpredictable, destructive, and relentless. And just like before, I felt myself being pulled into his chaos.
But I wouldn’t let it happen again.
Nathan’s soft voice called from upstairs, breaking through my spiraling thoughts. “Mommy?”
I froze, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “I’m here, sweetheart!”
“Is it safe to come
