Isabella’s POV
I barely slept after what happened in Leon’s chamber.
The way he kept trying to drag pieces of my past out of me…
The way his eyes followed every breath I took…
No.
I couldn’t think about that.
I woke early, washed quickly, and went downstairs to start my chores. I didn’t get the chance.
The packhouse today erupted with noise.
High heels.
Perfume.
Annoying giggles bouncing off the walls.
A woman walked in like she owned the place.
Sierra.
Roger’s girlfriend.
Daughter of Elder Taron… one of the cruelest men in the Redmoon Council.
Blonde hair, perfect curls, lips red like she dipped them in someone’s blood.
And the look she gave me?
Pure hatred.
“Oh,” she said loudly, “so this is the famous little maid.”
Roger smirked beside her. Damon and Kennedy sat l
