As Isadora watched Werlock walk away, her heart almost broke at the frown. 'Why in the hells am I so bitter?' She wondered aloud. Sure, she had said so much about Lyzara… but it was her who hurt.
She debated calling all of the old crew together to ask what was to be done, but quickly decided against it. 'Thomas might just rip his head off, literally.' She needed some time to think. Calm down as well if she could. Her heart hadn't raced like this since the first time he'd taken her hand. She sighed, 'And just when I thought I had gotten over fawning at boys as well…' She didn't understand what made him so attractive either. He wasn't the most handsome of men, but neither was he plain… 'Its his eyes.' She thought sadly as she turned, and promptly walked home down the ever dirtier streets of the servants' quarters.
