Isabella Hawthorne
The last credits rolled on the screen, the satisfying thump of the bowl hitting the coffee table the only sound after Ashley's snarky commentary.
"Anyway, I must go," she huffed, shoving the last few grapes into her mouth. "Honestly, I wish you were dreaming of Damien tonight instead."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Ash. Get some sleep."
She blew me a kiss. "Night, night, sleepyhead. Sweet dreams of brooding heroes."
And with a wink, she disappeared down the hall.
The silence that followed felt heavy, amplifying the thoughts that had been swirling in my head all evening.
Ulric.
Gods, Ulric. He was as overwhelming as he was undeniably hot. Every word he spoke dripped with a power that left no room for argument. His muscles weren't just for show. He mo
