CH-19

Isabella POV

The message burns on my screen like a brand—unwelcome, scorching, unforgettable.

“Trust no one. Especially not him.”

I don’t breathe. I don’t blink.

Beneath the text is a photo, pixelated but damning.

Dante.

Selene.

Leaning in too close. Whispering.

Smiling like they’ve alr...