ISOLDE

Arianna’s wrist snapped backward with a sickening crack. Her scream ripped through the room as she clutched it with her other hand, her face twisting in pain.

I blinked, breath rushing out of me like I had been holding it for hours. My hand trembled against the table. What... what had I just done? A spell? Goddess, no.

Finnian was already at her side, his hands steady as Eve rushed forward. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Eve’s voice was a whisper, soft as silk, yet ...