Isabella’s POV
Even at full strength, I could not win against my husband in a game of strength. With a useless arm and bummed ankle, my attempt was laughable. Still, I tried.
“Are you…insane! We’re on the…fifth floor!” I yelled between coughs as Ethan pulled to a stop in front of the open window. A steady breeze kicked up through the opening, and a loud crash brought a part of the ceiling down into the sea of flames.
“I know,” he responded calmly as he lifted me clear off my feet, cradling me into his side with one arm and the other pulling us up onto the windowsill.
“Ethan…” I clutched tightly to him with my good arm.
“Trust me this once,” his guttural growl blew blistering heat across the side of my face as he pressed his lips to my ear. “Even if it’s just for tonight.”
I had no chance to respond.
We were falling.