Edward turned to look at Isabella with a smile, but all she could sense was his mockery. She snorted and shut her eyes, which immediately made Edward feel clear-headed. Now, he knew why Darius wanted him to ask the questions.

He said, “Mr. Reid, she seems to be more powerful than Drake Moore, but you managed to defeat Drake with a snap of your fingers. In fact, he had no objection to you recording a video of him. We didn’t even break a sweat when dealing with him.”

Isabella opened her eyes and looked at them suspiciously. Darius tucked his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Maybe it’s because Drake knows his limits. He looked at Isabella, stepped back, and cocked his head. “Edward, why don’t you send the video to Miss Brightstone? Perhaps she’ll learn a thing or two from it.”

Darius sounded relaxed, but Isabella paled—she now believed everything he said, though she still didn’t know why Drake had chosen to go down without a fight. Despite being on edge, she still couldn’t help being