Isabella's eyes gleamed with mischief as she tilted her head toward the still-kneeling Luca.
"So, can I keep him?" she asked with an innocent smile, though the way her eyes twinkled made it clear she was anything but.
Kian's gaze darkened as it shifted back to Luca. The weight of it was enough to make the poor man flinch slightly, bowing his head even lower.
Isabella, ever perceptive, immediately sensed what Kian was about to say next. She wasn't about to let this moment slip away.
"And no punishments," she cut in smoothly, holding up a hand before Kian could get a word out. "I brought him here myself."
Kian's lips pressed into a thin line, his expression unreadable. But he paused, and that was already a win in Isabella's book.
Luca, on the other hand, felt a wave of relief crash over him. He had been so sure his life was hanging by a thread just moments ago. But now? He wasn't just saved—he had an actual chance.
