Chapter 56 The Devil's Idea

• ISABELLE'S POV
• The bar was a strange place—part dark, part shiny. It smelled old, like money, and had nice booths. People came here to forget their problems or to make shady deals. I wasn’t here to drink; I was here to find someone.
• A pianist played a slow tune with no real melody. I looked in the mirror behind the bar and saw myself looking calm, which didn’t match what I was about to do. My lipstick was perfect, my posture straight, but my hands were shaking.