Isabelle Baudelaire's point of view
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HOW DID WE WENT FROM kissing like horny cats, to almost, literally, killing each other and using our traumas against us? I don't know. It all happened so damn fast, I'm still shocked.
Dimitri went from 100 to 0 in a second. I just voiced my worries because they were real, and could have happened. What would have happened if his parents had come in just some minutes earlier?
We would be fucking screwed!
The worse is that, this time, he really hurt me. And I'm not just talking about the fact that he truly dared to hurt me with my dagger, but I mean the emotional damage. Mentioning my mother and how I wasn't able to grow up with her after she died was a low and dirty move from him. He did it intending to harm me exactly where he knows it hurts the most.
All the fire and attraction I was feeling minutes ago, died the moment those words came from his mouth. I felt terrible. I felt sick. Dirty for having kissed him like that.
