The morning air outside the cavern was crisp, light, and annoyingly peaceful. It irritated Isabella on a spiritual level. Nothing should be peaceful when she was pissed. The universe needed to match her mood. It needed to thunder. It needed to rain. It needed to collapse in flames.
Instead, everything was calm.
Birds chirped faintly somewhere deeper in the mountain maze. The wind slipped through cracks in the stone, brushing cold air across her skin. Even the glow from the bioluminescent moss along the walls flickered softly against her hair, giving it a gentle shimmer she did not ask for.
Disgusting.
She stomped through the uneven mountain path like someone who had personally declared war on the soil.
Osiris trailed behind her with increasing anxiety.
"Isabella," he called.
She did not respond.
"Isabella. Can you hear me."
Silent.
