Isabel stood in the hallway, her wrist still tingling where he had fastened the bracelet. The hallway lights were soft, golden, reflecting off the cool silver of the tracker.
She stared at it for a long moment before looking toward the corner where Isaac had disappeared, the sound of his footsteps had already faded.
She let out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her heart was still racing.
His words echoed in her head, over and over again, ‘you don’t leave my sight, every hour, breathe under my watch.’
It didn’t feel like protection, it felt like possession, like the walls had closed in a little more tonight.
She was still standing there, her body stiff with confusion, when Lena appeared at the end of the hall.
“Miss Manor,” she said gently, “your room is ready.”
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