Isabella snapped. She had spent so long resisting him, resenting him, y

ng her head. "You're

pression grim but steady.

d as she clutched her st

t we're trying to do, but it's n

wavering. "I am his wife. I will not

burst open. A group of Leonardo's men rushed inside,

ound

. Isabella felt her

at an abandoned warehouse on the outs

his breath. "A war

him," Isabel

expression told him arguing was usel

n fears. When they arrived, Isabella barely waited for the car

His shirt was torn, revealing deep gashes along his chest. His breathi

rasped, his voi

eside him. "You idiot," she whispered, her hands hoveri

ed at his lips. "E

"We need to move him

lla's wrist, his touch weak b

ickly. "I'm f

s dark eyes locking onto hers. "Not

s something in his gaze-som

zed that this wasn't just abo