Isabella Martini - POV
I heard voices around me, which woke me up from sleep. I opened my eyes, and for a couple of seconds, everything was blurry as I squinted my eyes a few times to clear my vision. "Bella." it sounded like Arlo, and I turned to my left to see him seated on a chair.
The room was dimly lit, and it was dark outside. "How long was I out?" I asked him, expecting him to say that I was out cold for a week.
"A few hours," he replied as he grabbed the glass of water from the table next to me and offered it to me. I got up and sat against the headboard and took the glass from him. I handed the empty glass back to him as I stared at the white wall in front of me.
"You killed him." it was not a question. I turned around to face him to see that there was no guilt or remorse. I know that Rogue does not deserve pity after what he did. He broke a lot of mate bonds, and he took away a lot of lives all for revenge.