Dravina POV

Ysolde released a long, weary sigh, the kind that carried more weight than words ever could. I recognized the heaviness in it instantly something was pressing on her, something she needed to share. So, I held back, giving her the silence she needed. I’d learned enough about her to know that if I tried to press, she would retreat into her shell.

At last, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke.

“I need to discuss something with you, Miss,” she said, her tone edged with ...