Isabella POV
I looked at the rogue, who was semi-conscious and cuffed to the tree. It’s time to get some answers from this asshole.
“Wake up,” I yelled while kicking his leg.
The rogue let out a grunt at the impact and raised his head to look at me. A smirk grew on his face when his eyes met mine. I think I better change that attitude of his, I thought.
I slowly slid out one of my daggers from my leg holster and looked at the blade like it was the most interesting thing I’d ever seen. I held a calm, cool, and collected tone when I said, “You are going to answer some questions.” I didn’t look at the rogue while I spoke. I continued to look over my blade.
“Like f**k, Princess.” He said with a dry, raspy chuckle.
Well, that was a mistake, I thought as I stabbed the dagger into his l
