Wanting to give her time and space. But then he’d heard crashing from inside the room, the rip of canvas and the sound of wooden stretchers hitting the wall. His heart had about burst into pieces when he’d seen her, hair wild, eyes blank, destroying the work she’d poured her heart and soul into while Diego had tried to break her. He’d never seen Isabel lose her cool. He’d seen her sad, even a little indignant, stubborn. But he’d never seen her lose sight of herself, lose her composure so completely that he might not have recognized her if not for the deep brown eyes he’d stared into time and again while he’d joined his body to hers. He kept ahold of her hand, still raised over her head with the little knife, like she wasn’t sure yet if she wanted to give it up. Her back rose and fell against his chest, her breathing as labored as if she’d been running a marathon. Rage took a lot out of you. It could consume you, eat you alive if you let it.
