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Isadora’s POV
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“A lesson?” Damian barked. “Let me be crystal clear–this is my house, and she’s my sister. I don’t care if you’re my best friend
or the goddamn mafia prince of the East Coast. You do not get to lay a finger on her. Ever.”
He turned to me, eyes wide with concern. “Izzy–did he hurt you? Why are you shaking?”
I didn’t answer. Just shook my head and looked to Kai.
Cassian was still standing there, as if he’d done nothing wrong.
Damian took a step forward, his fists clenched. “I trusted you, Cassian. I even wanted you to end up with her. But you chose that
plastic doll Alessia instead. Fine. My sister moved on. She found someone who treats her better than you ever could. So what the
hell is your excuse for still coming after her like this?”
Kai stepped in, placing a firm hand on my back as he pulled me gently into his arms.
“I don’t know what kind of twisted complex you’ve developed,” Kai said calmly, “but I won’t let you touch her. You should leave.
Before I forget how much of a gentleman I’m trying to be.”
Cassian laughed, bitter and biting. “Oh, how perfect. The knight and the brother, swooping in. No wonder Isadora thinks she can get away with everything–including threatening to kill Alessia.”
“That’s a bold accusation,” Damian growled. “Even if my sister did kill someone, I’d still protect her. And frankly? If she did kill
Alessia, I’d assume the girl had it coming.”
He took another step forward. “So go ahead–tell me how exactly she threatened your precious little doll.”
Cassian’s voice rose. “She cut up all of Alessia’s clothes like a psychopath!”
Damian raised an eyebrow.
“Really? You’re supposed to be smart, Cassian. Guess I overestimated you.”
He snapped his fingers, and a security guard stepped forward, holding a small USB drive.
“I had security cameras installed last month. Just in case. Let’s take a look, shall we? See who actually stepped into that room.”
A few moments later, the footage played across the screen.
And there it was–clear as daylight. I never went near their room. Not once.
But Alessia?
She appeared in frame–twice.
Once, sneaking in with two pairs of scissors in hand.
