CHAPTER 44
Isabella's breath hitched. "Hunting us?" Her voice was a harsh whisper as she looked at the heavy door, then back at Clara, who was now little more than a terrified woman trembling against the doorframe, stripped of the mystery that had made her so formidable.
"Why the fuck is your child hunting us?" Isabella's voice rose in a panic. "You used your magic to leash it to your will, and now you're telling me you just... let go? Didn't you call yourself its mama?"
Clara's mouth worked, but no sound came out at first. Her white eyes were wide, fixed on the wood of the door that was beginning to bow inward.
"It's not... it wasn't supposed to..."
"Supposed to what? Behave?" Isabella snapped, Why couldn't anything ever go as planned? Her life had never been kind, but since the moment Lucian marked her—and now he vanished at the worst possible time—it felt like hell had decided to take personal interest.
