When Max shouted at her she knew she had pushed him one step too far. And when he called her a brat, he had pushed her one step too far. She was speechless for a minute, a new one for Isabel Evans who always had some kind of comeback. But when her brother was bullheaded like this, when he thought he could boss her around like he really thought he was her fucking king she could hardly stand him.
"I think I'm done listening to you." And just like that a switch was flipped and Isabel was ice cold again. Her walls were up and her blue eyes threw daggers at her brother. She spun around, turning her back to him and flounced away from him. Somewhere in the background she heard him calling for her but she didn't turn around and he was smart enough not to follow her.
She stormed out through the front doors of the prison and found a pair that was getting ready to leave the prison. She didn't want to have to hurt any idiot who tried following her out so she just stuck to the back of their group so it looked like she was leaving with them. As soon as they were out of range of the prison she branched off on her own. She didn't need a babysitter, not Max and certainly not some person she didn't even know. Isabel Evans could take care of herself.
"Brat. I'll show you brat," she muttered to herself as she stomped around in the snow, unaware that she was kind of acting exactly like what Max had called her. All she wanted to do was go find Michael, their family and Max acted like she was asking for too much. Screw that. He wasn't her king here and she wasn't going to let him boss her around.
She wandered through the woods oblivious to the fact that the storm was picking up rather quickly and violently. Isabel didn't care. She just wanted to be out and away from her brother.