**Isabella**
"Nothing... I swear," I nodded my head solemnly, averting my face from him. But his firm grip on my chin forced my gaze to meet his with an intimidating force.
"Don't lie to me, Isabella," he advised in a dangerously soft tone.
My heart was pounding so intensely that I was sure he could hear it. "I'm not lying, I swear," I said, my lashes fluttering as I tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill. "I just went there to get ice cream."
He nodded slowly, lips still in a tight frown. "Do you know what the mind link is, wife?"
"Yes, Razor."
He released his grip on my face, his dark eyes narrowing intensely. "You see, little pup, I might not be able to read your mind because you're wolfless, but I'll be able to do so with Dean, and when I do and find out you're lying…"
I shook my head in desperate denial. "I'm not lying, Razor. I'm sorry for not asking for permission."
