Isabella’s POV
If I’m being honest, I expected Mathias to torture me, to use different instruments to cut my skin or something, perhaps even a witch to make me scream, but no.
He took me to a room and gave me puzzles, simple ones, if I may add. I feel like a lab rat, and Tammie and I are confused because we don’t understand what he wants.
“Perhaps he is testing our intelligence?” She asked, her voice tinged with frustration.
I shook my head, staring at the latest puzzle in front of me—a simple wooden cube that I’d solved in under a minute. “I’m not sure. I mean… these things have been easy. Too easy. It doesn’t make sense.”
Tammie growled softly. “Maybe he’s trying to lull us into a false sense of security. Make us think this is all some kind of game before he springs whatever tra
