To Find Isabel

Chapter 20

I shouldn't have said what I did, but the words had already fallen out.

Now he seemed to grow more and more distant. He didn't pay much attention, or comment on anything I wore. He didn't invite me down for breakfast, or speak to me at all.

I had hurt him. Somewhere deep down, a scabbed wound had been reopened. I felt bad, but at the same time I hated this.

I don't know how else to put it. I wasn't going to waste my time here, knowing that if I make one wrong move, my life could end. I didn't like this dangerous and mysterious life.

You would think, who could decline this royal life, but everything comes with a price.

"Victor," I call as he passes my room. Dante had gone out to get a collection of clothes for me to choose from and he had left the door open. Victor glances into the room, but ignores my call.

Why was he ignoring me? I just wanted to apologize. I'm just fed up of being here and bossed around. I have nothing to do with him or Alexander. At least that's how I see it.

"Here, are the dresses of the day," Dante walks in with a bunch of colors hanging from his arms.

"He won't talk to me," I faltered.

"Did you do something?"

"Not necessarily," I cowered back.

"Then why won't he speak to you?" Dante asked, laying out all of the clothes across the bed.

"I don't know," I begin and then jabber on about how he won't even look in my direction. "He has such sudden mood swings! One moment, he smiling at me, and the next he's acting like I don't even exist!"

"The green and blue looks nice," Dante pointed out.

"Are you even listening to me?" I seethed.

"Of course, I am, but I also think you need some clothes," He grinned back. He wasn't wrong. I was still in my robe after my shower. I tighten the knot.

"Dante," I began, "He won't speak to me, but he also wants to keep me. What logic is this? What do I mean to him?"

"Well, he has you because of Alexander," Dante hesitated, "But he has another reason for keeping you which I suppose I'm not allowed to disclose."

"Dante, tell me, please!" I plead.

"I'm not in a place to tell you, but remember what I told you on the flight?"

"What?"

"From the first day we met you, I knew he would have no intentions of harming you in any way. You remind him too much of someone. Someone he can't forget."

So I reminded him of someone just like he sometimes reminded me of my mama.

'"And who is that someone?"

"You won't give up will you," he sighed.

"Not until I at least get a name."

"Fine," he huffed. I settled myself on the bed and wrapped up all the dresses. I left out the lavender and blue jumpsuit to wear on the couch.

"There was someone before you," Dante conceded.

"Oh, I know about her. That's Lara," I responded.

"No, not her." He corrected, "Isabel."

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