Riccardo jumped down immediately and looked up at the window where the woman was hanging. He couldn't yell at her so that he won't alert their pursuers if there were any. Isabella looked down and the ground looked so far away. The moon was up and cast its silver light on the earth. Her hands became sweaty and started slipping from the windowsill. She shook her head as tears fell from her eyes and run down her cheeks. She didn't believe what she had just seen. What if they have been on that bed? She had escaped death twice now, maybe this man was right, she was in real danger.
"Hey, try and jump down," the man whispered.
She shook her head and shut her eyes tighter, squeezing out the tears. "I can't, I can't," she muttered.
Riccardo kept staring at the woman who was still by the window.
