Isabella Martini - POV
My heart was beating so loud that everyone in the room could hear it. Arlo's hand wrapped my waist and pulled me closer to him while my hand instinctively wrapped his forearm. "I do rather die than do that," Arlo growled while Minerva looked at us with a readable expression on her face. The minutes that stretched felt painfully long when a small smile broke out on her face.
"You do love her more than I thought." she finally spoke as she walked towards a sofa and took a seat while Arlo and I stood there, completely clueless about what was going on right now. "I want to atone for my mistakes, Alpha Bianchi. If Etta is alive, then I want to kill her and finish the madness that she has started. I don't want anything from you in return." she said, and I saw a frown appear on Arlo's face.
