Isis’ POV
By the time the truth settled in my bones, it was already too late to untangle myself from the web I had spun.
I had pulled too many threads. Crossed too many lines. Every path forward felt like a trap of my own making. There was no clean exit anymore. No version of this where I walked away untouched.
So I did what I had always done when the world cornered me.
I searched for a way to save myself.
Eren had shown me again and again exactly how little I meant to him. He had said it plainly. He had proven it with his actions. With his indifference. With how easily he had threatened to erase me from his life like I was nothing more than an inconvenience that had overstayed its welcome.
So the answer was obvious, even if it tasted bitter.
Luka.
If I wanted protection, if I want
