Chapter 31

• *Dante*
• The little spitfire.
• I should have known she wouldn’t back down. I leaned into my chair, watching Isabel pace around the room. I’d been reading In my bedroom, getting lost in the pages of my favorite subject; werewolf lore, when I’d noticed Isabel’s pacing. She would walk a few centimeters and then pause to stare at the cameras before turning and walking in the other direction. The book I’d been reading completely forgotten. I watched the annoying woman from the desktop on my reading table. She’d pulled her pants off, the large shirt she wore only stopping mid thigh and putting her long legs on display.