Isabella’s POV

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

I was barely cognisant of the guard Ethan had tossed on the floor, trying to make a stealthy retreat as he clicked the door closed behind him. 

No one said anything for a tense moment.

“This is the second time in as many months you’ve come close to being court-martialed.” King Victor finally said, staring pointedly at the gun still in ...