Her eyes widened, her brows pulling together as if she hadn’t heard him right. “What?” she whispered, her voice trembling. She shook her head once, pressing herself harder against the wall as though it might swallow her whole. Her hands clutched the blanket tighter, refusing to move.
Isaac’s jaw flexed. His gaze narrowed, dark and cutting, the kind of look that warned there was no way out. “You heard me.” His voice was low, dangerous, and final. His hand released her chin only to grip the neckline of her shirt. With one swift tug, the fabric tore, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Isabel gasped, her fingers flying up to push him away, but his body pressed her still, his strength unyielding.
“Stop!” she cried, her palms pressing against his chest. But he caught both wrists again and shov
