CHAPTER 73Ethan's P.O.VMy hand, strong and calloused, held Isabella's wrist in a firm grip. Isabella, ever the picture of a fragile, snow-white dove in the face of a storm, fought against my hold with a frantic energy that only served to further enkindle the burning wrathfulness stewing beneath my face. Her wide, hazel eyes, generally filled with a curious spark and a teasing glint, were now wide with fear, reflecting the fear that painted her face. "Ethan, please," she whispered, her voice a pulsing plea. "I am sorry. You can not hurt me. I know you're... You are worried, but I would noway do that again." My face remained fixed on her, unreadable, my jaw gripped tight. I was not really angry, I was just worried she had invaded my private study. I knew Isabella's fear stemmed from a history she desperately wished to forget, a history that had left scars etched deeper than any physical crack. I knew her fear was embedded in a dark, chilling truth that she desperately tried to bury
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