Chapter Fifty-Four: Isabelle's Dreams
Isabelle typed the message with shaky fingers.
"I need to talk. Please come when you're free."
She stared at the screen for a second, then hit send before she could change her mind. Her heart pounded against her ribs.
Everything inside her was tangled, painful, and a little bit hopeful. Maybe even something close to love.
Isabelle stepped out of bed, still dizzy but motivated enough to find out how exactly Reign was involved.
A soft floral dress hung on the chair nearby. She grabbed it, brushing her fingers over the fabric.
As she slowly moved to the small mirror in the corner to fix her hair, someone opened the door...
"Oh," Isabelle turned slightly, expecting a nurse.
But the man who walked in wore a white coat, yes, but he wasn't her usual doctor. His smile didn't reach his eyes. There was something cold behind them.
"You shouldn't be standing," he spoke in a deadly voice.
