Even though it had been two days since Pullo had turned his back on her, Isabel still hurt as deeply as though it had happened only moments ago. While she could understand his frustration with her to a degree, she knew he had no idea what she was thinking or feeling. It probably wouldn't do any good, as Pullo was cut from the same stubborn cloth ( Read more... )

[Timed to April 8th.]Three days had passed since Vorenus had essentially told Isabel they were finished. In that time, she had alternated between hunkering down in her hut and refusing to come out and being a social butterfly (albeit, a social butterfly that had taken to avoiding all the places Vorenus was prone to visiting). Her mood swung from ( Read more... )