Isabella's POV When the sun finally rose, pale light spilling through the tall windows, the lock on the bedroom door clicked. I jerked upright and scrambled out of bed.The door swung open, and Charlie stood there.He was completely sober now. His dark hair was brushed back, and he wore a crisp white button-down shirt, but his face was terrifyingly pale. The rage in his eyes was no longer clouded by alcohol, it was cold, controlled, and lethal.He stepped into the room, slammed the door shut behind him, and stared at me for a second.“You? How the hell did you get in here?” he rasped, taking a slow step toward me.I backed away until my spine hit the cold glass of the window. “Charlie, I tried to tell you last night, but—”He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing my head up. His fingers dug into my skin, and his gaze raked over my face with absolute disgust. The realization of his mistake seemed to make him even more furious."Isabella," he spat out my name like it was poison. "Where is s
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