(Isabella)
I was torn between trying to follow instincts and thinking about what the f.uck I was about to do, what I just did.
Fear pricked through me along with something else.
Adrenaline maybe?
I got out of his grip by surprise but now that I didn't have that element, I had no idea what I was going to do next.
His eyes flashed between black and gray, they were stormy and promised death.
My stomach coiled as I took a few steps back. How was I ever with him?
I swallowed and took another step back towards the warmth behind me.
He swiped at me holding the dagger over his head and I dodged it, dipping behind him. I allowed myself a split moment of joy and pride.
The dark haired-Fae stood in the door with his arm outreached looking pained. I was caught off guard for a brief seco
