Betrayed.

Isabella's POV

Numbness filled my entire being.

I had to read it again, the whole thing, to be sure.

'I'll add another ten if you get the rogue slut tonight.'

I wished it wasn't true, or I was ignorant enough to not have realized what it was about, but I wasn't stupid. It was evident who he meant.

I was a rogue. It was obvious who they were talking about.

Pressing the button to make the phone sleep, my hand rose to cup my mouth, fisting my shirt with the other. A wave of nausea wracked me, and I was thankful that I wasn't spilling the juice I had on the floor.

I had to go, escape, be anywhere but where I was at the moment. It was all too much, the revelation and emotions.

My mind took me to the room, the cradle. Treasure.

I wanted… No, I needed to go home.

The panic I had nearly escaped took over me instantly. It took will power to not barge in and run out, but Violet spoke within me.

"You can't run in there smelling of panic." She said, trying to calm me down.

So slowly, I took de