Isolde.
Isolde ran back into her room and shut the door in haste, pasting her back over it. Her heart was palpitating nonstop. She clutched a hand over it, attempting to reduce the fast tempo.
Gods be damned! That evil wants to really damage her face!? The thought came to her.
Why did he want to ruin her when she had done nothing to him!?
She silently walked into the balcony and sat over the chaise lounge there, gazing out into the streets below. She was shaking in fear.
Knowing Draco, he’d act on Edrand’s words. He’d punish her. What exactly was so special about Edrand that Draco was too blind to see he’s evil?
Isolde had never seen anyone so good at pretending to be innocent yet filled with evil. While the barrage of thoughts was going through her mind, the noise began again.
