Issabella POV.
I still can’t believe they took my baby; how could they do something as savage as this? She was mine… she belonged to me, not them… not to anyone on Earth…
A loud piercing bell screams and I can hear the woollies howling, “Issabella,” I peer around the corner at Barren running toward me, with Ethan and Daisy behind him, and what looks like a minor object in Ethan’s hand… can it be?
Barren slides in his tracks and picks me up again, “You’re okay, don’t worry,”
The sensation of muscular arms cursing wakes me, “What the fuc-, Ethan? I thought you had this under control,” “Fuc- you, Barren, I had this under control, until you docked us,”
Ethan and Barren, but where’s Daisy, and what was he carrying? I’m alive, I’m… alive, but what about?
“M-my baby…” “Issabella,” “Bells
