Alma felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was her fault, at least in part. She had helped Isabella, she had played a role in this catastrophe. And now, these men were going to die because of it. She wanted to look away, to flee from the scene, but her legs felt like lead, rooting her to the spot as the horror unfolded before her eyes.
Enrico’s cold gaze swept over the scene one last time before he turned to leave the dungeon. He had no interest in watching the executions, they were a necessary punishment, nothing more. His focus was already shifting to the hunt. Isabella and Angelo couldn't have gotten far, and he would find them. He would make them pay for their betrayal.
As Enrico ascended the stairs, his mind was already formulating plans, and strategies to track them down. But i
