Chapter Twenty Nine

Natasha's pov.

"What exactly happened?" I asked Isabella who seemed a little too aloof about someone dying for my liking.

Of course I knew that was just her personality, she was an aloof person that had a tendency to get jealous not to mention the fact that she was also a blabber mouth and while I found that character trait useful for getting information, it scared me sometimes.

"Well…" she began, shoving a fork full of lasagna into her mouth and twisting it playfully.

We waited patiently for her to chew and swallow before she started speaking again.

"We don't exactly know yet but most likely she was posioned, at least according to the maid that found her."

She said taking a sip of water like she was talking about washing dishes or something mundane.

I'd been killing since I was sixteen and have killed over hundred people, two hundred if I wanted to be accurate but I still had a bit of conscience in me, I ignored its voice but it was still there. Just who was this Isabella bitch.

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