Her stiff lips trembled in the night as she lay in a fetus position beneath one of Killian's many vans, seeking shelter from the heavy stop. The night was bitter and Isabella found it very difficult to breathe in the enclosed area.
Her skin paled tremendously in fifteen minutes. She needs something warm, maybe a blanket or a jacket. Killian's jacket.
She sighed as she stared at the tiny insect as it strutted by her with an attitude in which she thought was a bit sophisticated, even for an insignificant creature like it.
At least he had a nest to go to. She had nowhere, Ines got blinded jealous and threw her out. Killian got blinded by the love of his mother, so he also threw her out. She regrets even asking that question. Not that it matters now.
The storm's harsh wind slapped her across her face as she tried to sleep in the chilly night.
