Isabella's POV
I watched Lazar with cautious eyes, every muscle in my body tight and wired like a cornered animal waiting for the next blow. The street was dim, just a few flickering lamps stretching long shadows across the pavement. A few people were heading to their destinations as the city was slowly fading into a slumber. The cold bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread crawling up my spine.
If he wasn't the one…then who was my admirer?
If Lazar wasn't the one leaving notes on my doorstep... Then who the hell was?
My mind spun with a thousand possibilities, each one darker, more terrifying than the last. I wrapped my jacket tighter around myself, taking a step back, wanting distance, air, space, anything.
But Lazar stepped with me. I tried to leave, but he was fast, as he quickly stepped in front of me, blocking me again.
