CHAPTER 130
The descent to the ground floor felt longer than usual, the silence of the mansion heavy with the unspoken secrets Clara had just dangled in front of her.
Isabella followed a pace behind the witch, her bare feet silent on the cold floors but her mind incredibly loud, still reeling from the staggering weight of Clara's words regarding a "before" that shouldn't exist.
Clara pushed open the double swinging doors that led to the kitchen, and Isabella actually stopped in her tracks at the sight of the supposed culinary space.
It wasn't just a room; it was a sprawling, ultra-modern marvel that looked more like a high-end showroom than a place where actual meals were prepared.
The room was immense, easily the size of the entire ground floor of her father's house back in the Blackwood territory.
