Isabella's POV

The sound of retreating footsteps made my blood run cold.

I pulled away from Astrein's motionless form and rushed to the doorway, my heart pounding against my ribs. I caught only a glimpse of flowing hair disappearing around the corner.

Gaia.

Panic seized me. Had she seen? Of course she'd seen—why else would she run?

I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Would she confront Astrein when he woke? Would she tell him ...