Isabella’s mind reeled. She couldn’t tell if Enrico was serious or playing some twisted game, as he always did. His words, so calm and assured, didn’t match the man she had come to know, the man who had caged her, who had controlled every aspect of her life for the past few weeks. She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest, trying to figure out what was going on behind those dark, unreadable eyes.
“Are you serious?” she asked, her voice edged with skepticism. “You’re just going to let me go, just like that? After everything?”
Enrico’s expression didn’t falter. He leaned back slightly, his hand still on her lap, the heat from his touch now more unsettling than before. “If that’s really what you want,” he said, his voice calm, almost detached. “I’ll grant it. Immediately.”
Isabell
