Alaric's PovMy first and only instinct was Rhea. I turned instantly, wrapping my arms tightly around her, pulling her small, trembling body against my chest. I felt her heart hammering against my side, a frantic, rapid rhythm that spoke of the terror she had just faced."Rhea, are you hurt?" I demanded, my voice rough with panic, searching her face for cuts, for any sign of injury from the fall or Isabelle's attack.She was pale and she clutched my shirt, her face buried in my chest."I'm fine, Alaric.” She whispered, her voice weak but steady, "I'm okay. But... Isabelle..."I didn't need to ask. I held Rhea close, easing her body away from the door, and looked over the railing of the small balcony. Below, in the dusty, narrow alley, a broken figure lay still on the concrete. Isabelle.The sight was gruesome. Final. Tragic, in the sickest way possible. A life thrown away for a delusion built on lies and revenge. However, the more I stared at the mangled body, I felt a cold rush of ai
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