Chapter 9

• The youthful face before her overlapped perfectly with the sharp, commanding visage of the man who stood at the apex of power, ruthless and fearsome.
• The young boy lay sprawled on the bridge, bloodied, his piercingly beautiful yet rebellious eyes darting around as if searching for a lifeline—like an abandoned wolf pup desperate for survival.
• Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she knelt down before him. "Do you want to come with me?" she asked softly.