PENELOPE’S POV

Distant voices echoed across the walls as I approached the lounge. The first legs I spotted from the staircase obviously belonged to Isolde.

She was early…which seemed so out of place.

The rest of those who were present came into view after I descended the remaining stairs. Daemon stood close to the head of the table, with his arms crossed over his chest, listening to the words of Isolde as she spoke in low tones.

Odessa was with Malia towards the right corner of the ...