Chapter 103 The Heart's Last Stand

• Isabella's POV
• The cold metal chair under me seemed to be sinking into the floor, as though the entire room was closing in and smothering me. There was nothing I could do about my trapping. My pulse was a furious drumbeat in my ears, every thundering beat reminding me of the distance I had descended into this dream from.
• Isabel. His voice sliced across my chest's panic. Luke's. He moved forward, his shadow hardly seen against the dazzling light above. The strange pull in my chest at the sound of his voice caused my heart to stutter in my chest, caught between the wrath boiling within me.