It was Michael.
"Isabella, i…." He said as he entered the room. Probably he forgot something with me and on returning to my place, heard the whole pandemonium occurring inside. Who knows?!.
His face was etched with fury, his eyes locked on the two men with a deadly intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Without a word, he stepped inside, shoulders taut, his gaze unwavering.
"Get away from her," he said, his voice cold and laced with a promise of violence.
The assailants exchanged a glance, momentarily taken aback, but they quickly regained their composure. One of them sneered. "Think you're the hero, do you? We'll make you regret—"
But he didn't get to finish his sentence.
