Chapter 82 The Library Of Magic
- CHARLES
- I flew swiftly into the night, leaving the hidden encampment below me.
- So Isabella had not been successful. Pity. She was a nice girl, desperate for a place to belong. I knew exactly which strings of her to pull to get her on my side, and it had all worked out splendidly. She needed to feel valuable and appreciated–two things my brother had never made her feel.