Like I predicted, Isadora hadn't come back to the room last night. I didn't see her until I joined the others in the huge dining room to have breakfast.
Her hair was disheveled and her eyes bloodshot, it wasn't hard to tell she hadn't slept a wink last night.
After I'd seen those red flashing eyes that looked a little too familiar, I'd shut the window and slipped into bed, pulling the duvet over myself. I prayed that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
I looked at Isadora again, she was chatting away with the girls at the table. Her hand was casually on her exposed neck, but I knew what I would find if I peeled her fingers away.
"Keep staring and you're going to become a creep," Charlotte muttered and raised a piece of the bread she was eating to my mouth. I opened up and ate it.
I tried to focus on the smoothness of the butter between the bread, and almost succeeded until Madeleine walked in.
