Isabella Point Of View
The hood was peeled off revealing Death to be Andres.
It was him all along. He is Death, one of the deadly assassins of the Red circle.
Andres-- I meant Death stared at me with ice cold eyes. His frosty white hair contrasted well with his pale skin.
"Andres--" I was interrupted by Yennefer speaking.
"He is not Andres." She said, "You still haven't figured it out yet. Surely you must have felt something right? I mean after all you two are family."
My heart clenched into a tight knot at Yennefer's last words. I looked back at Andres, his expression dark and stoic. I could see it now, the resemblance to him was uncanny. He had his blue eyes.
Andres was Diego, my cousin, my blood.
