ISABEL'S POV
Cold water hit me like a slap, jolting me awake. The icy shock sucked the air from my lungs, and I gasped, coughing violently as I tried to get the water out of my lungs so I could breathe. My hands, still bound behind me, dug painfully into my back as I squirmed on the cold, damp floor. Water dripped down my face, stinging my eyes as I blinked up to see who had drenched me. Erica stood there, holding an empty bucket in her hands, her face twisted into a sick, satisfied smirk.
“What in goddess' name is your problem? Why won't you just leave me alone, Erica?!” I snapped, my voice still hoarse but filled with as much anger as I could muster in this condition.
Her smirk widened as she tilted her head at me in mock apology, but there was something else there—something in her ey
