ISOLDE

“How is she feeling?” Rowan’s voice broke the silence, sharp and trembling with panic.

His eyes never left Felda’s pale face. She lay still on the bed, her lips were dry, and her lashes were dark against her skin.

“She’s getting better,” I said quietly, folding my arms around myself. “She should open her eyes soon.”

But even as I said it, I wasn’t sure I believed it.

I wondered what really happened to her. She told me she was going to save Daze, but Emora brought ...