Kian, Asael, Cyrus and Isabella were all in the room, but Isabella paid none of them any attention. Her gaze stayed on Shelia's broken body.
The sight made her chest tighten. Her friend no longer looked human. She looked like something dragged out of a grave.
Shelia's skin was blistered, rotting in places, and peeling off in others. Her arms were thin to the bone, and the bone itself had melted and curved in unnatural shapes.
The smell was sharp and sour. Even the air felt contaminated around her.
Isabella stood frozen for a moment. She felt a slow anger rising from deep inside her. Her fists clenched until her nails dug into her palms. She forced herself to breathe, but each breath trembled with rage.
Zara. If I find you, I will make sure you are tormented to death.
Her thoughts were sharp, cold, and merciless.
She felt her eyes sting. Cyrus stepped forward at once, sensing her emotions before she could hide them.
