Chapter Fifty-Six: Who is Isabella

Jesse's POV

The soft glow of moonlight filtered through theroom’s window, casting a silvery sheen over Tamara’s sleeping form. She had finally drifted off after her bath, wearing one of my shirts that was far too big for her, but it brought me comfort seeing her in it. As I sat on the bed beside her, stroking her hair gently, my mind raced with thoughts of everything that had happened.

I had given her the comfort she needed, but nothing could shake the anger boiling beneath my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lying there, hurt, and in pain because of them. My fists clenched involuntarily as I replayed the events in my mind. They would pay. I promised myself that much.

I had just pulled the blanket up over her, my hand brushing against her cheek softly as she mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, when a sound caught my attention. Voices. Low and muffled, but unmistakable.

I left the room, quietly closing the door behind me, and headed towards the living room. The sight