~ Isabella’s POV

I sat on the edge of the soft bed, my body feeling lighter and more alive than it had in days. The nurse Luscious had invited had treated my wounds carefully, her hands steady and her touch gentle. Though my body still ached, it was nothing compared to the weight I had been carrying in my heart. After she left, a tray of warm food was brought in—a steaming bowl of broth, soft bread, and fresh fruit. It had been so long since I’d had a proper meal that I didn’t even ...