Isabella's POV:
Thank goodness for alpha Killian. I wasn't feeling like attending the blood moon, smiling and pretending like everything was okay.
I'm still tired. Down to my bones. I want to take a deep sleep, regain myself. Every moment I'm reminded of how I broke down and cried in Damian's arms, I hate myself a little more. I'm sure Damian could notice it, given how he was looking at me while I was hooked on his arm.
He's the last thing I want to think of now.
I bent down and took off my heels. I continued walking, reaching behind me to untie my braid and let my hair down my shoulders. Damian and his father are probably still arguing right now. And Damian is defending me. Claiming I'm not a tramp.
If only he knew that I could still feel Richard's touch on my skin. If only he stil
