The crashing waves and crickets singing their melodious tune gave Ysabel pause.
She could feel her heartbeat and pulse in sync, thumping against her warm skin. But the cold, stale air coming from the restless tide cooled off the warmth that spread on her body.
'Dammit,' Ysabel thought bitterly. When she accepted the chance to live again, she wasn't warned about the consequences of such a risky decision.
Images from the memory that had her shaken were the night Hinrik proposed to her. They were young, and Ysabel didn't know any better.
Prince Hinrik was one of the most talked about monarchs among the ladies. Him choosing Ysabel over everyone else vying for his attention was enough for the naive young girl to believe in fairytales coming true and happy endings.
But a repetition of that happening wasn't something Ysabel needed right now.
"He's crazy," Ysabel muttered. "But I'm crazier—ah!"
