"I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’re not the monster you’d like me to believe, Dominic." I grunt, dismissing the idea with a wave of my hand, though I can’t deny the warmth her words bring. But as we lock eyes, the air between us shifts, a pull that’s both unnerving and undeniable. "Monsters protect what’s theirs," I murmur, almost to myself. And Isabelle, for better or worse, is mine.
