For a second, Isadora thought her plan was already working not until he heard him say, "Do not speak trash."
"Of course, let's see who speaks thrash when your master arrives." She paused, "that is if he is truly alive."
Isadora knew his lordship could not be alive. She truly stabbed him in his chest and she could feel that it met something thicker such as his 'heart' there was no way his bleeding would stop any moment, even with a physician. But another thought made her doubt it. If he truly was stabbed, how was he able to escape? How was he able to push her that way. She couldn't tell what pushed her away but she felt that stony force. Someone who was stabbed could not have pushed someone that way. There was still a chance he was alive.
She had no idea of what to do anymore. The dark clouds outside were already pouring out a brighter cloud to state that midnight is almost over. It would be harder to escape at day.
