Calm. Calmness filled both Isabella and Nicholas from inside and out as they strode toward Nicholas's mansion from the torture chamber. Their hands were entwined together, and their steps were unhurried as they walked through the forest, enjoying the peace.
The soft sunlight filtered through the gigantic trees and fell on them, casting a warm glow over them, reflecting the warmth within them. The trees swayed side by side, their branches brushing against each other as the forest was filled with the cool breeze along with the fresh scent of earth and pine.
The cool breeze brushed against them, tousling their hair and taking away the lingering smell of burn and blood from them and filling them with their scent.
The singing of the birds filled the silence between Isabella and Nicholas, as they didn't utter a word since they left the headquarters. They didn't need to either, as they just relished their emotions and comfort in each other's presence.
