ISOLDE

The Next Day

“You’re awake.”

That voice again, that familiar, deep and rough voice that sounded like midnight thunder. I smiled without thinking, my body curling closer to the warmth beside me.

He chuckled low, his breath brushing my ear. “You must’ve dreamt about me.”

My smile faded.

Wait.

That voice wasn’t supposed to be here.

My eyes flew open, and the illusion broke like thin glass.

It wasn’t Finnian.

Gods. Why would I even think it was him?

The last time ...