Isabella's POV
Unspoken anxiety permeated the dense, heavy morning air. As I walked over the great hallways of the estate, it was abnormally silent; nevertheless, the quietness did not help me to relax. Already rushing, preparing, and reevaluating my next action in my head Though I knew deep down I couldn't stand back and let Enzo—or anyone else—make decisions for me, Matteo's warnings kept coming back to me.
I have to see Moretti.
Though it was the only way I could take control of my destiny, there was a part of me knowing it was irresponsible, maybe even deadly. Enzo was caught in a fatal game with Moretti, and just now I was in the heart of it. I could only negotiate this life by facing it squarely.
Matteo was sitting against one of the stone pillars in the rear yard. His black eyes flickered to me as I got closer, a silent tension enveloping the distance between us. I could see he disagreed with my choice.
