Chapter 106 Shadows In The Firelight

• Isabella’s POV
• "Do you ever consider us, Luke? My voice barely above a whisper, I queried as the dim glimmer of the dying firelight created flickering shadows on his face. Tense in his body, he sat across from me with the weight of the evening squarely between us. The air smelled moist ground and burnt wood, mixing with the bitter sense of sadness.
• Stormy and relentless, Luke's gaze fixed on me. "Us?" he said, his voice sharp. "Isabella, nostalgia is not appropriate right now."