LovelyWithTheBooks
“Well,” he said mockingly, “isn’t it sad? Hm? Say it. Now that you know the truth, how does it feel? Huh? Wasn’t it a beautiful little fairy tale?””
Isabell didn’t answer.
She turned her head just slightly, enough to avoid his gaze, and stared at anything else. The stone. The shadows. Anywhere but him. Her lips pressed together as silent tears slipped down her cheeks.
Connie had been right.
This was a tragedy.
(The Witch’s Choice) ✨