The door slammed behind them.
Before Isabel could catch her breath, Isaac spun her around. She gasped as her back hit the wall, her hands bracing herself and wincing from the contact.
He wasn’t touching her but he was close enough that she felt every breath that came from him. Her eyes locked on the sharp line of his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell just inches from her own.
His arm came up slowly, palm against the wall near her shoulder, his body angled over hers.
Her voice cracked on the way out, "what is this?”
He didn’t blink, "your brother was involved with men who don't care who they hurt to send a message, that makes you part of the risk.”
She swallowed hard, “so now I’m the enemy too?”
“You’re living under my roof, you’re carrying something I’m responsible for, I don't
