Isabella
For a moment time seemed to stop, and all I could do was stare at the dead body. I didn’t know what was going on. All I could hear was voices and the people fleeing the scene. “No,” I muttered, trembling as I fell on my knees and grabbed the man. “No… no… no, please wake up,” I whispered.
This was my only chance to get to know my parents. I cannot lose it like this. I thought holding back the tears that was about rolling down my eyes. To others it might be the death of an assassin, but to me it feels like losing touch with my parents all over again.
“Wake up,” I cried out, quickly checking his vitals. His still pulse was a clear sign that he was dead but I don’t want to accept it. While persistently trying to wake him I felt a strong arm wrap around my body.
“Isabella, that is
