Then he hung up.
Isabella held the phone to her ear even after the line went dead, listening to the empty space like it might offer her some kind of explanation. Her father never called unless something was serious. And he never called to invite her anywhere....he summoned.
Which meant whatever this was about, it was bad.
She set down the phone and pulled up her messages.
Nothing from Dante.
She scrolled through the conversation history,, all the texts she'd sent over the past three days. All unread. All unanswered. Back when she didn't know who he was, when she thought he was just some man who wanted her, his silence would have sent her into a panic spiral. Now, knowing the truth, knowing that he'd been using her, his silence felt worse somehow.
Because her body didn't care.
