POV: Isabelle
The safe house smelled like dust and old wood.
Dorian found the light switch and a single lamp came on in the corner. There was one couch and a small kitchen and a window with the blinds already shut. He set the black case on the table and stood there with his hands on it for a moment, then he let go and walked to the sink to run the tap over his knuckles.
I sat on the couch and didn't say anything.
My shoes were wet from the grass and there was a smear of dirt on my forearm that I didn't remember getting. I looked at it and thought about the cellar and the chute and the way the explosion had lit up the tree line behind us and I felt absolutely nothing. That was the part that scared me, not really the fear,but he absence of it.
Dorian came out of the kitchen and looked a
