CHAPTER 219
"Isabella, look at the sky, for God's sake. Let's go back," Aleric's voice hissed from directly behind the stubborn girl.
The biting, sub-zero wind of the Northern ridge slapped Isabella across the face the exact moment her heavy leather combat boots cleared the massive, arched iron gates of the estate.
The perimeter was completely abandoned, no sight of Marcus nor Clara. A light layer of dark, grey ash was beginning to mix with the falling snow. Aleric's pleading to go back was muffled slightly by the thick fur collar of his jacket.
His heavy boots crunched aggressively against the frozen gravel as he struggled to match her hurried, unyielding stride.
"Lucian literally wouldn't want us out the mansion right now. Did you see how he tore through the gates in a hurry five minutes ago? He looked like he was ready to dismantle the entire southern hemisphere with his bare hands."
