Chapter 70- The Banquet

Isabella’s POV

My patience was being tested. Or my sanity. I wasn’t sure which would snap first.

Shortly after Sebastian’s less-than-subtle welcome, he’d swept me up to the heart table to sit next to him.

Then he’d invited the members of his pack to toast the guest of honor—who was apparently me.

It all seemed like one intricately woven plot for a play intended for Sebastian’s sole entertainment.

And I was getting tired. Of the subtle jabs each person managed to inject in their ‘toast’. And of every drink I had to take in acknowledgment.

All in the name of getting answers.

I’d lost count of how many sips I’d taken thus far. But they just kept on coming.

“To transformation! It’s always a pleasure to watch something…or someone…be remade. Especially when the raw material is so…spirited,” one young woman cheered, tipping her drink back while maintaining a poisonous smile.

Drink.