Isabella Martini - POV
"Do you think we should go and check?" Sophia asked me while we were walking down the hallway, looking inside all the closed doors.
"Why?" I asked her, but before she could answer, my nose picked up a very peculiar smell. It smelt like burning leaves and dried blood, making my stomach turn queasy as I felt the bile rise up my throat.
"I think she is fine," I said as I increased my pace to leave the hallway.
"But what if she needs help?" Sophia asked me when I came to a halt near the staircase and turned around to face Sophia.
"Do you really want to go and help her out after what you can smell right now?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow when a conflicted look took over her face.
