As the loud opening of the prison door locks was heard, Isabel got up hurriedly from the bed she sat upon. Her eyes fixed straight at the door where the noise continued, her hands gripping the sides of her dress tightly.
She quickly wondered who it was.
She wasn’t safe here, even though Lucas had provided a bed and chair for her.
The moment the door opened, she saw a vampire enter. Her eyes fell on his hands, in his arms he held what seemed to her like dresses.
She blinked, wondering who they were for, even though she knew deep within her that they could be for her.
She tried to back away when the servant kept moving closer, his face emotionless.
She watched him set down the clothes on the table before the chair, where the meals she had eaten lay with empty plates. She watched him st
