Isabella’s pov
When Clara spoke up, the man tugged her away into the darkness.
“Lower your tone,” he hissed.
I remained behind one of the stone pillars at the entrance to the corridor, trying to take deep breaths slowly. My heart was beating so much that I could feel it pounding against my chest.
Clara was very frightened. Not the frighten face she put on at council meetings. This was real fear.
“Clara,” I whispered sharply, “I saw her.” “She’s alive.”
“I can see that.”
“You said the problem is taken care of.”
“Give me time.” Was all the man said before he walked away.
***
I waited for several minutes after Clara left before I went back to the feast hall.
When I reached back inside, the music was louder and more people were serving alcohol. This time the majority of the guests w
