Chapter 69

• Sienna.
• Isabella didn’t say much on the walk back to the cottage. Her steps were heavy, like every part of her was trying to figure out if it still belonged to her. I stayed close, letting her lean when she needed to, but I didn’t push. She had just blasted a glowing force field out of her chest. Questions could wait until she wasn’t shaking like a leaf.
• When we reached her front porch, she paused, staring at her door like it might bite her.