MARSHALL'S POV
TWO DAYS LATER
The night was shrouded in darkness as I sat alone in my chamber, my mind weighed down by a heavy mix of emotions. Isidora's persistent visits had left me feeling both conflicted and uncertain. Her presence stirred memories of a time when we were entangled in each other's lives, a time I thought was long behind me. Yet here she was, determined to reignite a flame that I had thought had flickered out.
I heard a soft knock on my chamber door, and before I could respond, Isidora's voice floated in like a haunting melody.
"Marshall, my love," she purred, her words dripping with a mixture of longing and desperation. "Open the door. Let me in."
A sigh escaped my lips as I stood up and reluctantly approached the door. With a heavy heart, I opened it, and there s
