Chapter 17 Another Enemy

• ISABELLA’S POV
• “I really need to stop passing out.” I say as I flutter my eyes open and notice Dante sitting on a chair right in front of me. He lets out a satisfied breath and pushes himself closer to me. I can’t decipher the look in his eyes. It almost looks like he was scared to lose me, and he looks like he hasn’t slept all night from the very visible eye bags he has. He’s still in the clothes he wore last night and he looks tense, and vengeful and I immediately feel sorry for whoever pissed him off.
• “How do you feel?” He asks cupping my cheeks and gently grazing my skin with his thumb. His eyes soften as he looks at me.