Chapter 126

Isabel She arched an eyebrow, chuckling. “Am I?” She asked, her dark eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. “Look at what she represents. She’s Dante’s. His blood, his future. And you?” Her lips curled, her voice dropping into something softer. “Well, you were never meant to last.” She poured, raising her shoulder in a shrug. "Why punish the baby?" She carried on. "I mean, with Stella things had been different. She hadn't given birth yet. But you have..." Her voice trailed off. "Yes, I think you should be the only one to go. Dante, Estelle and I... we'll all manage without you." I wanted to claw the smugness off her face.