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Face to Face (2)

Auteur: Oma
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-07 20:32:24

ISABELLE'S POV:

​Clara hesitated, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. "He refused to give me his name," she admitted softly. "He just told me to tell you that an old friend was here. He said you would know exactly who he was, and he said it was extremely important."

​I slowly stood up from my chair. My knees felt so weak I had to rest my hand on the desk to keep from swaying. My mind was racing out of control, trying to make sense of the sudden terror gripping my chest. I did not k
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