Chapter 87 – Isabelle is Taken
****Isabelle’s POV****
The world narrowed to a single moment of darkness.
One second, Isabelle was standing at Dante’s side, the aftermath of fire and betrayal still lingering in the air like smoke. The next, there was a sharp sting at her neck—a prick like a needle, sudden and cold. Her body seized, her breath hitching as the poison flooded her veins. She tried to cry out, to call Dante’s name, but her lips refused to shape the sound. Her vision blurred, Dante’s strong figure collapsing into a haze of black and gold.
And then—nothing.
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Captivity
When Isabelle woke, the first thing she noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the suffocating sort that pressed into her skull until her own heartbeat felt like thunder.
She was lying on cold
