Isabella's heartbeats increased as Weber's men surrounded them, weapons raised. Her brain screamed at her to run, but there was no place to go. The tiny safe house offered no option for escape.
Leon's composure did little to diffuse the tension, but the words resounded in her mind: We're just getting started. Of course, he was not fearful, at least not openly, but Isabella knew just how much danger they were in. Weber's cold, calculated eyes settled on her, running a shiver down her spine.
"Well, well," Weber drawled, stepping closer. "It seems you've been very busy trying to find out what you aren't too, haven't you, my Isabella?"
His voice was thick with smug superiority, as if he'd already won. "I gave you warnings, didn't I? You should've stayed out of my way."
Isabella clenched her fists but refused to show any fear. "You're going to pay for everything you've done. We have the evidence to bring you down."
