Chapter 13 A Request

• ISABELLA’S POV
• I think I slept all day. I just woke up in Dante’s room and looking at the clock on the wall, the time indicates eight p.m. Wow I must have been really tired. I mean I almost got kidnapped and killed today. Plus, I got drugged so I guess I merited some rest. I spot Dante sitting at his desk in the left side of the room and I furrow my brows as I walk towards him.
• “You just sat there and watched me sleep?” I ask him, grabbing the glass of orange juice he has in front of him and gulping it entirely in one go. I’m so fucking hungry.