FINNIAN

My eyes blinked open to the faint light slipping through the tiny window of the cell. Morning. The air was cold, damp, and heavy, but that wasn’t what made my chest tighten, it was the soft weight lying on top of me.

I froze.

Her breath brushed against my skin, warm and slow, as her face rested against mine. She was still asleep, still snoring quietly like she hadn’t a care in the world.

Isolde.

How the hell did I end up sleeping besides her?

I frowned and tried to shift, but ...