Closing the door behind her, Isis played with the note in her hand and walked over to her bed. Looking at the bedside table, she saw the two bottles of wine prepared for her and reached out, popping the cork on one of the bottles before pouring half its contents into the massive glass placed by its side. Stripping out of the depressing dress she had been forced to wear, she finally felt free, even enjoying the cold breeze that hit her bare body from the open window.
Night was one of the few times she could choose what she wanted to wear, and going to the wardrobe prepared solely with nightwear, she pulled out a thin, blue nightgown, slipping it on before going over to her bed. Just in case anyone arrived unannounced, something that had happened one too many times, she grabbed a random book from the bookshelf and pretended to read, placing the letter inside its pages.
'We wish to talk. Come to the Vine Tower in three days. You know who we are.'
