Chapter 71

*Dante* I leaned back in my chair, fingers brushing the edge of the desk as I stared at the screen before me. The soft glow from the monitor reflected off my face, but my eyes remained fixed on the feed from Isabel's room. She was seated by the window, her head bent forward read. Her concentration was almost palpable. She turned the pages of her book every three minutes, and she had never looked up once since I'd been watching her. Every so often, I caught the faint furrow of her brow; a subtle crease that told me whatever it was she was reading was pulling at her, demanding more than just her quiet attention. The way she reacted to it was almost... endearing, in a way.