The moment Isolde realized she fucked up was when she found herself rotting in prison. Her plan to ruin Olivianne's face was half-assed, sloppy as hell. She let her emotions take the wheel and went through without thought.
Months locked up, turned into a punching bag by other inmates, gave her way too much time to think—especially every time she got tossed into solitary. How the fuck do I get out of here alive? Or at the very least, how do I get my mother out of this shithole?
Isolde didn't give much of a damn about her own life. She'd always figured she wouldn't live long anyway. Since she was a teen, she'd assumed she'd die from drinking too much or overdosing on something stupid.
So when Lucien made an offer, she nearly said yes right on the spot. But even Isolde knew nothing comes free. That kind of deal always comes with a steep, dangerous price.
