Chapter 13

• Isabella.
• There was a sharp, urgent knock on my door. I groaned. It was unsettling, and way too early for someone who’d barely gotten through half a dream about chocolate lava cake and a shirtless Noah Bruce. I was still wrapped in my throw blanket, my hair a bird’s nest, and socks mismatched when I opened the door.
• Noah stood there, tall and breathless with his damp curls sticking to his forehead and a look in his eyes like he’d just come back from fighting something I couldn't even name.