Waking up, Isabella let out a sharp gasp of pain as she tried to roll onto her side. Opening her eyes she realised she was on her bed, a blanket pulled over her, still in the clothes she had worn to the training room yesterday.
As the memories of the day’s training came back to her a sob escaped her lips as Rowan’s cruel words engulfed her, squeezing her heart painfully pulling the air from her lungs as she hung over the side of the bed gasping for air.
A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her spiral, ‘Yes?’ she called out weakly, surprised that someone was knocking, usually the man she now knew as ‘G’ would just unlock the door and enter unannounced.
The soft click of the lock broke the silence before the door was pushed open and ‘G’ entered the room carrying a tray loaded with
