Sitting at the bar, glass of amber liquid in-between her hands, Isabelaâs eyes were on the screen above the bartenderâs head. It was late, she could be back on her own floor, especially with the lack of her own tribute anymore, but Raven was still alive and sheâd made a fucking promise to Trixanna, not to mention the fact her floor was entirely too quiet and her own monsters and horrors lurked in the shadows.Â
She looked over when she felt a presence join her at the bar, fleetingly deciding whether to ignore Walker or not. Sheâd only met him the day before in the training center when sheâd been avoiding this exact place. âYour girlâs talking to herself.â She muttered after a moment, raising the glass of whiskey and swallowing the rest of it back in one go.Â
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