CHAPTER 69
The blue-black shadows of the room hadn't yet retreated when Isabella's eyes snapped open. The air felt charged, thick with a pressure that made the very oxygen feel heavy in her lungs.
Usually, the bond between her and Lucian was a one-way street of his cold dominance or her own frantic hunger.
But this morning, it was different. A restless vibration was leaking through the link—a cold, sharp spike of unease that didn't belong to her.
Isabella sat up, her heart performing a slow, heavy thud against her ribs. She had felt Lucian angry, she had felt him possessive, and she had felt him terrifyingly calm. But she had never felt him uncertain.
What could possibly make a King feel like this? she wondered, her gaze drifting to the heavy oak door.
Is it because of tomorrow? Or is it because of what I kept seeing? Isabella days had been filled with visions of her doppelganger and that faceless man.
