Chapter 53: The Things We Hide
(Isabella's POV)
We began our search for Arthur immediately. We moved through the corridors and it wasn't yet time for us to be in bed but the corridors felt too quiet.
Every sound...the creak of the floorboards, the sharp echo of our shoes, felt like a shout in the dark. The lamps lining the walls threw narrow lines of gold across the floor, but everything beyond those thin pools of light was swallowed by shadow.
Eilidh was walking fast, faster than the rest of us could keep up with, her hair flying behind her in a disheveled mess. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to. The way her shoulders were stiff and trembling told me everything, she was scared, furious, and trying not to fall apart.
I tightened the jacket I'd thrown over my nightgown and tried to match her pace. "Eilidh, slow down!"
She didn't even look back. "I can't," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "He could be...bloody hell, he could be anywhere by now."
