Isabella's poc
"My lady, please eat something," I knocked the spoon of soup out of Daisy's hand. It clattered to the ground, spilling its contents on the floor. I raised my head and glared hotly at her.
"Remember I fired you." I said in a cold manner. "You're not my maid anymore."
"But alpha Damian..."
"You and your alpha Damian can fall off a cliff. I don't care." I turned back to the bottle of bubbly alcohol in my hand. It was a fruit wine, light and airy. But I think I had drank ten of it today. I lost count.
It's been three days after the poison incident. And I think that poison did something to me. Or maybe it's just the fact that I had an exit out of this torturous world and they had to bring me back.
"Please, you haven't eaten anything in two days" Daisy cried, her voice ris
