Isla's stomach dropped as she looked down at Kelly.
She sniffed the air, but she couldn't smell anything beyond the body odor of the man holding her.
She would have been able to smell more, but the cuffs wouldn't let her wolf sense of smell through. She had nothing.
She looked up at Sapphire, who had taken everything from her, and vowed to kill her.
She was surprised to find the maid crouching in the corner with her sisters.
They were terrified of the knights, but Isla had no pity in her heart for them.
They would hurt Kelly.
She refused to think he was dead.
He couldn't be dead.
She had just met him, just found him, he couldn't be taken from her so abruptly.
It wouldn't be fair.
But as she looked at him, the blood that stained his shirt, creating a ring around the center of his chest, she found it hard to be optimistic.
This was all her fault.