Isolde.
“I can’t find it!” Isolde hissed, puffing out a string of hot breaths in frustration after not seeing the locket.
Where had she lost it? She wondered, rushing across to search the upper side of the fireplace, on the mantelpiece. Still, Isolde couldn’t find it. Her precious locket.
It was a piece she held dear to her heart, and now it was gone. What dumb luck!
Isolde trailed back to her bed and slumped into it, gazing at the ceiling.
Seriously, her life had taken such a horrible turn since she came into this Abbator.
“The whole place sucks!” She bemoaned, clucking her tongue. “Even the people in it! Well, except for Carldo and Roga, every other person is an oaf, ugh!” She made some irritated noise at the back of her throat, running a hand down her face. “And I hate them all!
