The car her former teacher was driving stopped right in front of a group of patrolling cops. It looked like they wouldn't even make it to the police station. Isolde glanced out the window again—sure enough, one of Severin's cars had pulled up right behind them.
It'd be a lie if she said she wasn't hoping the cops would arrest her. She'd rather rot in a cell again than go back to Severin. Yeah, in prison, she'd get her ass beaten just like before—but at least she could fight back. With Severin? She always felt fucking powerless. Hopeless. Because he always knew exactly where to stab.
Isolde didn't say a word as her former teacher rolled the window down and started reporting her to the cops. She braced herself for it, ready to be cuffed, dragged out, shoved into a patrol car, and hauled off to be judged.
