Keiran
Isabelle's panic worries me. She still fears him and it angers me for some reason.
The coward is playing a dirty game. If he was in front of me right now, I would have ripped him to pieces.
I keep my anger bottled up as we interrogate the castle staff, and I regret not taking her seriously when she told me that Matt was in the palace.
I saw someone leave her room myself, but I was too busy trying to cover up almost kissing her that I ignored what she said.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I can't stop reprimanding myself but it's too late now.
The castle staff turns the whole place upside down to no avail, the coward and his crony have disappeared like a mist.
I try to keep myself calm for Isabelle. She is physically leaning on me, and I can feel her shaking.
My protective instincts
