He stared at her like the ground had opened under his feet. His hands dropped from her wrists and he stepped back once. His chest rose and fell hard, but his face was empty of color.
“You should not have seen that, Isabel,” he said quietly. His voice was calm in a way that made her skin prickle. He rubbed his palm down his thigh as if steadying himself.
She flinched and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “So I was right,” she said, her breath jerking. “You brought a gun and you got a message asking if you killed her yet. Who else would that be about?”
His jaw tightened and his eyes did not leave her face. He took one slow step forward. He did not reach for her, but the space between them shrank until she could see the small twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Answer me,” she s
