A/N: So many of you seem to have forgotten who Isabella is.
So before reading this chapter, I'd suggest give a quick re-reading of chapter 14|Hell here, and chapter 22|Isabella and him.
Also wear your seat belts tight, cause this is an intense chapter. Information wise as well as...well yk the other stuff between professor and Ellora ;)
Happy reading ;)
E L L O R A
Wait. My aunt did tell me that you are involved but I didn't think-you..."
Isabella seems to be at a loss for words.
I stare at her still shell shocked myself. Her and her group of friends have been bullying me almost all my middle school, highschool then college.
Their name calling and words, that shattered my heart comes rushing back to me in a second.
But inspite of all that, the last few days she had been different. She had seemed almost changed even.
"I'm sorry okay? - for last day, and all the days before that. None of that should have happened."
And then the entire cheating incident.
-which although she was not a part of, the bastard downstairs whom I call professor was.
Yet.
The reality of my situation struck me then.
Isabella Raymond.
In Professor Langdon's house.
With the people of the Coven.
She is a few inches taller than me. Her perfectly done wavy blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, makes her look like a runaway model. Her highwaist jeans and cropped white shirt gives her a professional yet casual look.
Finally getting my voice back I ask, "What are you doing here?"
"I came with my aunt. I sometimes do. But what are you doing here?"
"Your aunt?"
"Yeah. Gigi Raymond. But what are you-"
"You're Gigi's niece?" I hiss.
Well, if this isn't the twist of my life.
"You know Gigi?" She seems just as shocked as me, if not more.
"Yes. Actually no. I don't know know her. I've seen her in passing."
She raises a brow. "Passing where? I cannot think of a single place where you can cross paths with her." Her voice holds that little bit of snobbishness in it, as if I am way beneath her precious aunt, Gigi.
A few months ago I would've taken offense.
Right now? I couldn't care less.
I scoff. "Trust me. Neither can I."
"But tell me, and this is the fourth time I am asking you, what are you doing here in Abraham's house?"
My eyebrows shoot up.
Abraham?
Abraham?
Not professor Abraham.
Just Abraham.
"And you are in first name basis with our professor ...why?"
She shrugs. "He's my aunt's friend. I've known him for, what now, eight years? Nine years? We see each other a lot out of MU. So I don't bother with formalities."
Wow.
"You still didn't answer my questions."
I sigh.
"Trust me I want to know the answers to the question you asked, myself." Then I look her straight in the eye. "Why don't you ask your aunt why I'm here? Or your Abraham? And preferably come tell me their answers?"
Isabella raises a brow. "You don't know why you're here?"
"Unfortunately no."
"Okay...how are you here then?"
"Kidnapped."
Isabella double starts. "WHAT?"
I don't say anything, just give her a yeah-you-heard-right look.
"Who kidnapped you?"
"Abraham." I roll my eyes, mimicking her tone from when she calls him Abraham.
"Are you okay in the head? Abraham kidnapped you?"
I give her a blank stare.
"I mean that's not possible. Why would he? Gigi said the Coven kidnapped the one who-"
Her eyes widen as she leaves her sentence incomplete.
Then she mutters as if she's seeing me for the first time.
"You."
I stare at her hoping she's elaborate.
When she doesn't, I raise a brow. "Um...me?"
"You know about the notes. You have them." She says in a condescending tone.
"Notes?" I frown. A distant memory hits me.
The notes, Ellora. I won't repeat again. I will ask once, nicely, and if you tell me the location of the notes, you are free to go and resume your life like the past twenty four hours didn't ever happen.
Vittorio had said.
I focus back on Isabella.
"Oh my goodness. You. You. I still can't believe. But how?"
I access her quietly for sometime not replying. And I don't need to because she is shell-shocked enough to keep talking to herself, throwing around conjectures in the guise of facts.
"You're the one who stole them years ago."
"Oh wait, probably not you, cause we were little kids back then."
"But someone related to you had to..."
"Otherwise you wouldn't have been here..."
"Vittorio knows better..."
She keeps talking to herself.
And meanwhile it strikes me.
Isabella. Yes. She knows some stuff. Judging by her words, a lot of stuff.
So I decide to play along. Because this might be my only chance to get some information.
She continues, "But it all makes sense now. Why professor Langdon had asked me to inform the Geophysics professor about the papers under your desk. Why he made you look like a cheater. Wait, damn..." her face lights up.
"Abraham's a freaking genuis. He made you suspended so no one would question why a regular student like you would miss classes. And to buy more time, he also threw in the field trip case. Damn. He's a freaking genius. No wonder Vittorio trusts him so much."
Right. So this is what been going on in MU since I left.
This thought leaves a bitter taste in my stomach. MU. The shrine of all my dreams and hard work. All burned to freaking grounds because of whatever shit professor Langdon is cooking up along with Vittorio and Gigi.
