-Damian-
Something changed in her. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad change, but there was a noticeable shift in her eyes as she stared at the haunting house from my past. She studied it for a few minutes before turning back to me, sniffing, and taking a deep breath.
“No. I don’t want you dead.”
A wave of relief washed over me at her words. I wanted to pull her close and hug her, assuring her that everything would be all right, but I wasn’t sure if it truly would be. Isabella had come to the castle with the intention of at least hurting me. I still had no clarity on her feelings toward the others or if she had genuinely collaborated with Clarissa.
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said in a calmer voice.
Isabella stared at the ground, and I could almost see the guilt washing over her as
