ISOLDE

“What?” The word slipped out of me again, my voice barely a whisper. Maybe I wasn’t hearing him right. Maybe the shadows of the room were tricking my ears.

“You heard me the first time,” Rowan’s voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “Get to the bed.”

My stomach twisted.

“No. No!” Velin’s shrill voice cracked the air before I could even breathe again. She stood with her hands clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes burning at me like fire. “You can’t do ...