Isabella gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. The sudden violence, and the brutal finality of the maid's life, left her shaken to her core. Enrico, still holding the gun, turned to look at her. His eyes were dark and intense, but there was a hint of something else there, something she could understand.
As she stood behind the couch, Isabella's mind raced. She knew her father had just committed an unforgivable offense by sending an assassin to kill Enrico. In their world, such a crime was punishable only by death. The realization struck her like a blow, and she felt a mix of fear and betrayal.
Why? Why did her father do this? Why? It was all she could think of. Did he not consider the danger he would be putting her in by doing this?
Enrico's face twisted with anger as he process
