7

"What's going on?" Chris asked.

His voice seemed to snap Isabelle out of her happy trance as she pried away from his embrace. She pushed him away slightly and turned around her cheeks flaming hot. She ran her hand to her neck awkwardly as she pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling.

What in God's name had she just done? She closed her eyes and all she could think of was his musky scent. And the sparks...

Chris looked down at his empty arm and at his mate who had her back turned to him. He smiled and approached her.

"Isa?" He called.

She blushed at the nickname as she turned around keeping a hard stoned face.

"Matilda is awake. Can I go visit her?" She asked. The thought of her sister being awake since being in a coma for 18 years brought a smile to her lips. They would make up for the whole 18 years they had lost.

She would take her out, they would have fun, so much fun, shop together, have a sleepover, sleep together, and make breakfast together, her sister would cut the