ISOLDE

Blood.

I froze the moment I saw it, it was dark, fresh blood running down Velin’s neck, painting her skin red. My chest tightened, and the strength in my legs gave out.

She staggered backward, swaying, almost falling but Rowan caught her before she hit the floor.

My breath hitched. Did I do that?

My hands began to tremble as I stared at the faint traces of black under my nails. Oh no. No, no… what was wrong with me?

“What did you do to her?” Rowan’s voice sliced through ...