MARSHALL’S POV (chapter 30 continues)
As Isidora led me into the confines of her private chamber, the heavy door closed behind us, sealing us within its walls. The atmosphere was still with an undercurrent of tension. Despite the calm facade she wore, I could sense the darkness lurking beneath the surface, the sinister thoughts that soared behind her eyes.
She extended a delicate hand, offering me a drink, but I declined, knowing all too well that this was not a time for pleasantries or distractions. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon me, demanding my full attention. I could not afford to be swayed by the allure of a drink, not when there were answers I sought and a dangerous game being played.
Her eyes locked onto mine, a calculated intensity burning within them as she c
