"What are you doing here?" Damon spoke. He did not yell. He did not raise his voice. He just asked a simple question, but the threat behind his words was massive.
Isabel scrambled to get off his bed. She pushed herself backward, sliding off the silk sheets until her feet hit the stone floor. She quickly tried to smooth down her ruined pink dress. She pushed her messy blonde hair out of her eyes with shaking hands.
"My Lord," Isabel stuttered. Her arrogant, high-pitched voice was completely gone. She sounded small and afraid. She bowed her head quickly. "I... I heard you were injured. The news reached my family's estate. I rode here as fast as I could. I was so worried about you."
She pointed a shaking finger toward Camilla, who was still standing calmly holding the bowl.
