Kapitel 52: A Deal with the Devil

The cavern's stillness was shattered by Isabella's voice, her words lingering in the air like smoke. Scarlett's pulse raced, her grip tightening on Nathan's arm. His jaw tensed as he took a step forward, positioning himself between Scarlett and the woman whose machinations had nearly destroyed them.

"What do you want, Isabella?" Nathan's tone was cold, not giving any form of pretense or politeness.

Isabella's red lips curved into a faint smile; her poise unshaken.

"What I want is irrelevant. What matters is what I can offer you." She said giving a faint smile.

"Spare us the riddles," Scarlett snapped, her voice sharper than intended.

 "We don't have time for this."

Isabella tilted her head, studying them with an unnerving intensity.

"You're right. Time is a luxury none of us can afford." She gestured to the crate beside her, the sound of her heels echoing ominously in the chamber as she walked toward it.