Isabella’s POV
The house remained motionless. Also rather silent. a kind of silence that made my skin get tingly and my ideas fly. Although I should have been happy when Enzo departed hours ago to see Ren, I couldn't shake something eating at me.
Perched on the edge of my bed, my hands shivering slightly, I tried to sift the whirl of emotions from our last meeting. Enzo was difficult to read and agitated me nonstop. One minute he was the vicious mafia boss; then he showed these minute weaknesses that left me reeling.
But just now I found it difficult to concentrate on it. Not while I was still a prisoner here, a piece in a dangerous game I didn't completely understand. As my fingertips brushed the edge of my phone, I understood I hadn't even tried to call anyone in days. As it happened,
