CHAPTER 175
The bathroom was cold and silence as Isabella was perched on the edge of the closed toilet seat, her fingers knotted so tightly into Lucian's discarded dress shirt that her knuckles were white.
Around her feet, a pile of his cloths lay in a makeshift nest. She inhaled sharply, burying her face back into the dark fabric of the shirt.
It smelled of him but even that was barely enough to drown out the other thing. The air in the vents was poisoned. It carried a thick, copper-heavy musk that made her restlessly in confusion and nausea.
'Why did he lock me in here?' The question looped in her mind like a broken record. Lucian's face had been a mask of such terrifying rage that she hadn't dared to protest, but the confusion was starting to turn into a low-grade panic.
'Did the Council come unannounced?' her mind raced, jumping to the worst-case scenarios. 'Did they find out about Alaric or me? Or is it something else? Is the house under attack?'
