HIS MONSTER SIDE

ISABELLA

I slammed my fists against the heavy oak door again, useless against the lock Lorenzo had slid into place from the outside. My palms ached, a raw sting blooming across my skin, but the fire in my chest burned hotter than any pain in my hands.

How dare he?

He had the nerve to lock me in like some caged secret. Like I was a prisoner instead of his goddamn wife.

I spun away from the door and paced the length of the room, the hem of my dress brushing angrily against my legs. 

The curtains fluttered slightly with the sea breeze pushing through the cracked window, but the air inside felt suffocating. My thoughts tangled like thorny vines, every heartbeat louder than the last.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand with trembling fingers, my thumb already pressing Camilla's contact before I could even think.

"Pick up. Come on, come on—pick up," I muttered under my breath, pacing like the floor might give me an answer.