Faith's Pov....
The sound hit me like a physical blow, a sudden, sharp coldness in my chest. Isabella. She was talking about going home. My breath hitched. No. Not yet.
I spun around, my eyes locking onto her small, sweet face. Her brow was furrowed a little, a hint of sadness in her big, innocent eyes. My heart, already aching, felt like it was crumbling into a million tiny pieces. l never want my presence to make her feel like that.
My legs moved on their own, carrying me quickly to her side. I knelt down, my knees hitting the tiles crouching to her level.
My voice was gentle but a little shaky. "Sweetheart, is something wrong? What makes you want to go home?"
. Already, I was cursing Astor, wishing he had woken me up the second they arrived. Every single minute missed felt stolen
