“Isabelle.”
She cringed and slowly turned to face the oh-so-familiar voice Isabelle knew all too well. How could she not recognize the voice? All her life she’s been with this man. He’s been with her and protected her as soon as she was brought into the world.
Damien, her eldest brother, who was so strict and protective of Isabelle that he would secretly follow her all day without complaining. The brother who slept outside her room when they were attacked when she was young. The brother who cried shamelessly when he brought her to the infirmary when she had her first menstruation. The brother who she watched die right in front of her eyes.
It was as if the world had slowed down. She slowly averted her eyes to meet with his. Damien was clad in dark shaggy pants, a tight fitting grey s
