CHAPTER 2
ISABELLE
I wake to a beam of sunlight spearing into my eyeball. The cottage is pretty, modern with an old-world twist, but the architect who designed the windows is obviously a sadist. While the rest of the place is a mix of stone and log, the long, thin band of glass around the entire exterior is something forged in Hell if you like your sleep. Those windows give you panoramic views, but they’re too narrow to be useful for more than a breeze, and you can’t exactly string curtains over the entire wall. I mean, we could, but it’d be a giant pain. Someone thought it was cool, I’m sure. Conceptual. But once they moved out, the house sat empty, unclaimed for years… until we came along.
I sigh and screw my eyes shut. I worked all day on the house, fixing the porch stairs, sweating
