Chapter 21
- ISABELLA'S POV
- The night air was unusually cold when I stepped into the penthouse, even though the thermostat was steady at 25 degrees Celsius. Maybe it was the height of the building, or maybe it was just me.
- Or maybe it had been the silence that dragged between Shuan and me during the dinner, or the one that followed me, wrapping itself thick around my thoughts, suffocating and choking.