Carlos's POV
The note was still clenched in Isabella's hand when I caught her wrist, steadying her. I wanted to snatch it, to see the ink for myself, but the look in her eyes stopped me cold. Fear, sharp and raw, bleeding through her mask of steel.
It twisted something in my chest I didn't like.
Linda hovered near the window, pretending to fuss with her phone, but I caught the way her eyes flicked toward me. Bold. Curious. Always testing. And damn it, my body noticed her too. The memory of her lips on mine burned hot, mingling with the taste of Isabella's kiss just hours later.
Two women. Two different kinds of fire. And I wanted both.
I clenched my jaw, fighting the pull. This wasn't the time. I couldn't let myself get distracted, not when someone had just walked past every layer of security in this building and left a death threat on Isabella's desk.
"I'll check the feeds," I said, my voice clipped.
