Chapter 22. Isadora let out an exhale she didn’t know she was holding. But her heart didn’t stop clenching. For a brief second she had thought it was her mother. But it wasn’t, and she was much grateful for that. But what she wasn’t an inch excited about was having Zavian and Damian in her room, again. A tired sigh slipped past her lips and she made to say a word, but Zavian’s anger-filled voice came in first. “What the hell are you doing here?” he groaned, slamming the door roughly and taking anger-filled steps into the room. “And why should I answer to you?” Damian asked, with a raised brow, sounding casual and unapologetic. “Because I am asking you a question,” Zavian groaned, standing in front of Damian who just stood tall and broad like an unmoving wall. “Cupcake…” Damian called, turning to Isadora, who sat on the bed tired and motionless. “What is it?” she asked, too tired to even separate them. “Tell this bastard to get the hell out of this room.” “You are the
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