Isabelle’s POV
The past had sharp teeth.
It never truly let go. It only lingered in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to sink its fangs into your skin and drag you back under. Not like the past would remain in the past anyway.
Tonight, it had found me again.
I had just finished tucking Nathan into bed, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, when I heard it—a knock at the door.
Not a soft, uncertain tap.
But-
A firm, relentless pounding.
I knew who it was before I even checked. Who else could it be if not for the stalker who kept on preying on my life even when I was over with him?
Damion.
My pulse quickened, but I forced my shoulders back, exhaling slowly before walking to the door.
I swung it open, and there he stood.
His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his sui
