Isabella's POV
For a second or two, I could only see a blank screen, though the video had already started from the shuffling I could hear in the background.
“The lens cap is still on, you i***t," a voice hissed. Following the command, the black screen gave way to grainy, unsteady footage, as the person holding the camera tried to adjust it. It shook and moved as it tried to focus on three blurry figures.
I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my cry of shock as the footage zoomed and focused on the figures.
Ethan was kneeling on the floor between two men. If he weren't on his knees, he would have appeared unconscious. He was hunched over, and his hands were tied behind his back.
The man sitting in front of him, looking like a disaffected king, was Ethan's father. The head of the Ha
