ISOLDE

"Where do you think you're going, Isolde?!"

His voice was low, but there was a sharp edge to it that made me tremble. I tried to pull my arm away, but he only gripped tighter, his strength unyielding.

"Finnian… leave me," I said, summoning all the courage I had left. "I’m going to Rowan’s chamber."

His eyes darkened, and he laughed, not a kind laugh, but one laced with disbelief. "You still have the nerve to say it to my face? What… what promise has he made you? What trap has ...