Nathaniel's face went from pale to red to a sickly purple under Isla's icy glare. Fear froze him, a chilling realization hitting: she might actually kill him.
Grace burst in and screamed at the sight.
Isla snapped back to herself, loosening her grip. She stared down at Nathaniel, his eyes wide with terror, and demanded, word by word, "Why were you at the binding ceremony? And how did you get Evan's ring?"
These past days, Isla had been consumed with finding Evan, leaving no room for other questions. Seeing Nathaniel now, doubts flooded her mind.
Gasping for air, Nathaniel didn't dare hold back. He spilled everything that happened after Isla left his place that day. "Not long after you left, I got a delivery—the rings were inside. Then the ceremony planners called, telling me to show up
