Isolde.
Isolde had lost count of how many times the candles on the candelabra dripped their liquid onto the prongs. Initially, it was kind of fun counting the drops of the liquid, finding something that moved her mind away from the thoughts of killing Lord Draco.
However, now, Isolde had lost patience. She leaped up from the bed and walked to the window, tensed.
Carldo was taking too long. What was delaying him?
Isolde peered down at the grounds, trying to see if she’d find Carldo, but instead she found her enemy, Draco.
He stood high and mighty, addressing a group of males who knelt before him, covered with bruises. Isolde took that moment to study Draco’s features. He had a well-proportioned body, easily the hottest she had seen in Abbator. This morning, his long, dark hair was c
