ISOLDE
The air turns tense, silence deafening. One can hear a pin drop. Drogo's aura is choking. Everyone of us can feel it, but I feel worse.
Camilla's threats hung like a ticking bomb, and for a moment I thought she'd already found out about my identity.
But why is she so mad? Did something happen between her and Drogo?
“Leave us. I want to speak with Camilla alone,” Drogo says, not breaking his eyes away from her.
He doesn't look pleased with her threat, but then she is his chosen mate. I doubt this will cause a riff between them.
As the door shuts, I walk away, keeping enough distance between me and the office.
A hand suddenly grasps mine from behind. I shoot a glare at Nathan. Yanking my arm away, I hiss.
“Don't touch me.”
“I do not mean any harm. We need to talk,” he say
