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THE NEXT DAY AT ISABELLA'S POV: The next evening, I found myself back in my room, a book in hand, though I barely noticed the words on the page. There was something about how he spoke to me as if his words held a weight I hadn’t expected. As if I mattered more to him than he told me. Just as I was about to close the book and get ready for bed, the door to my room swung open. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw Noah standing in the doorway. His expression was unreadable, his eyes intense, and he was across the room with long steps before I could say anything. "Noah-." I started. The words barely left my lips before he was in front of me, his hand reaching out, gripping my wrist gently yet firmly. His eyes locked onto mine with a look I hadn’t seen before. Dark. Heated. Possessive.