FINNIAN

Damn this sickness.

The weakness in my bones mocked me. My chest burned with every step, and still, I forced my way through the corridors, hating the taste of iron on my tongue.

By the time I reached the palace, Rowan had already dragged Isolde into her former chamber. He didn’t even wait for me.

And she… she didn’t even resist him?

Had she forgotten it wasn’t safe for her to be alone with him? Or had she stopped caring about my warnings?

I crushed the letter in my hand, ...