Isabella's POV.
“Mommy!” Charles' voice snapped me back into reality.
For a moment, I got distracted, I released his flesh and turned to check on my son.
The rogue took the opportunity swiftly, his hands found my neck and immediately, he slit at the side of it, blood sprayed without caution, raining down on the side, seeping without control out of me.
I felt the instant pain of it, Charles saw this.
His eyes watered.
“Mommy!”
I turned to him again.
“Run!” I begged him, my own eyes watered too but not for myself.
The rogue could kill me soon and then he could come for my son.
Charles wouldn't move, frozen by the horrid sight of watching his mother slit in the throat by a rogue, it stuck his feet where they were.
Not good.
Seeing as my son wouldn't move, I had to do something.
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