Malrik POV

Ysolde’s tears fell freely, her grief spilling out like a wound torn open anew. The memory carved through her with a merciless edge, leaving her voice fragile and trembling as she forced the words past her lips.

“All they needed to do was give her time,” she whispered, her throat tightening, every syllable choked with sorrow. “If they had just waited let her calm down it never would have happened. She would have come back to herself. It wouldn’t have happened ...