FINNIAN

My breath shortened, dragging rough against my throat, like claws raking from the inside. My chest rose and fell too fast, each inhale sharper than the last.

I didn’t think Isolde’s eyes could widen more than they already had but gods, they did. Her lashes trembled. Her lips parted like she was about to choke on a scream she couldn’t release. She became nervous and shaken. My heart throbbed at the sight, and I hated myself for letting Rowan put her through this.

Elsa’s head ...