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*Isabella stood before him, her fingers interlaced nervously, her voice shaking ever so slightly as she stared into his cold, impassive eyes.* Rhys, *she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper,* I know that I'm not supposed to interfere, that it's none of my business, *she paused, taking a deep breath and steeling her resolve.* But I can't stand idly by and watch you push her away, watch you crush her like this. She's been through enough already and doesn't deserve this torture. *She closed her eyes, her voice barely more than a plea as she continued.* Please, Rhys, for her sake, if not for ours, please ease up on her. Give her a chance to prove herself, to show you that she's strong enough to handle this, *her voice cracked, a lone tear rolling down her cheek,* to handle you. *Rhys Bernardi looked at her, his eyes narrowing into a cold, hard gaze.*

You think I don't know that? You think I don't know that she's strong, capable of handling anything I throw her way?