The seer had informed us she had something really important to tell us all. So while we waited for the Alpha to return, she'd told me to go freshen up.
My room was still as I'd left it. Cold and empty. The painting of the king seemed to watch me accusingly as I headed into the shower, striping as I went. Silence surrounded me as I lowered my sore body into the warm, jasmine scented water someone had drawn for me.
Images bombarded my mind. Me hastily getting into a cab. Dmitri letting me inside his candle-lit home. Isabella's knife hurtling straight for my shocked face. Isabella's unconscious form falling face first...
Splashing water on my face, I tried to clear my thoughts.
For all it was worth, the images stopped flickering through my mind, only to get replaced by words. Dmitri's.
"The werewolf that'd betrayed your pack had put a condition to the vampires..."