Maya’s POV
Isabella Cross stood tall in the middle of the chaos. Blood was on the floor. Mr Havisham lay groaning. Julian looked shocked with the knife still in his hand. Isabella smiled like she enjoyed the mess. She turned to all of us with bright eyes.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “All of you. We celebrate power tonight before we finish business.”
No one moved at first. Then Marcus stepped forward. He pulled Elena close and kissed her hard. Sophia joined them. Their hands moved fast over each other. Clothes fell to the dirty floor. Isabella watched with hungry eyes. She pulled Chloe to her again. Chloe still had tears but she did not fight.
I stood frozen. Liam stayed close to me. Isabella looked at us. “You too. Show me what you can do.”
Marcus laid Elena on an old table.
