FINNIAN

“Elsa… please don’t do this to me. Please.” Her voice came out rough, harsher than it should have. She didn’t know how to speak gently anymore. I pulled her softly away from Elsa's shoulders. “Leave her,” I whispered. “This is what I wanted when I brought her here.”

Isolde looked up at me, stunned. Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” Her voice trembled, barely contained. “That you wanted her to die?”

What?

I shook my head instantly, my heart slamming ...