64. FELIX YEATS (POV)

I turn away from the window, my eyes locking on Isabelle once again.

My woman.

My heaven and my hell at the same time.

And she doesn’t even know it yet.

ā€œIf I were you, I’d start running, Matthew.ā€ My voice is calm, almost gentle. ā€œBut run fast. Because when I do find youā€¦ā€ I pause, letting the weig...

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