Nino’s POV.
Isadora reeked of death and the tinge of old, corrupted magic that commonly hung over the Vampires. She emerged from the entrance to the mansion looking smug and self satisfied, her hair was tied in that high ponytail that Kane loved on her, she was wearing the light blue dress Savio got her for our one year mating anniversary, her eyes were alight with that usual glimmer thag I enjoyed seeing in her, but right now, it had my stomach rolling as I realised that Ellia was right.
Isadora…
When she notices us her smile immediately fades and I see fear creep up her face. Her steps slow and there’s this distaste in her eyes that I’ve never seen before, somehow, that guts me even more than watching her walk out of the Vampire’s manor. All the love I imagined in her eyes… none of i
