Chapter 88 – Blood Oath Rescue
****Isabelle’s POV****
The room they kept her in was neither a prison cell nor a sanctuary—it was something worse. A hybrid of both. The walls were stone, but covered in velvet drapes that muffled the echo of her movements. The floor was marble, but cold against her bare feet, a reminder of her captivity every time her toes brushed the chill. They had given her a bed, soft sheets, even a chair by the window, but the barred glass overhead reminded her that comfort could be just another kind of cage.
Isabelle sat by that window now, knees tucked to her chest, staring through the slim iron bars at the slice of sky above the fortress. Night was falling, and with it came the bitter taste of fear—fear that Dante would come too late, fear that her enemies had pre
