Chapter 27: Crossing sacred lines
~Isabella's POV~ The air in the study thickened, the scent of aged leather and Dante’s cologne suddenly cloying. The low, seductive rumble of his last words "It's about your son...Tariq"....had struck me not with a bang, but with a silent, paralyzing chill, a cold sliver of ice aimed right at the heart of my carefully constructed world. Of all the secrets he could have unearthed, all the vulnerabilities he could have exploited, this was the line he had deliberately stepped across. A sacred boundary. My son. I turned fully back to him, forcing my body to remain still, my face a carefully crafted mask of polite inquiry. Inside, however, my entire being had recoiled, a coiled spring of pure, animalistic defense. “What about my son?” I asked, my tone surprisingly civil, almost conve
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