Jade walked into Isadora's room heaving a sigh after having successfully fooled the knights. Her eyes searched for that beautiful face in the room, her heart momentarily coming to a halt when she spotted Isadora on the large bed. Quickly placing the tray on the table, she rushed beside her bed, her figure towering over Isadora as she tried to wake her up. But to her dismay, Isadora remained as still as a statue. Her heaving chest was the only proof that she was alive.
Jade took a few steps back, fear instantly gripping her whole being. What the hell had happened to Isadora? "Who did this?" She asked, directing the question to no one in particular. Her clenched fists coupled with her flaring nose was enough proof she could tear anyone apart that instant! If only she could get a name…
