Isolde.
Isolde went pale like a ghost. The gasps she took were ragged. She perspired, rooted to her spot as Draco strode further into the room. The sun peeking through the wide bay windows cast shadows over his frame.
The frown on his face made his scar more menacing at the moment. It took all her willpower for Isolde to maintain her stance and not cower before Draco.
Her eyes roamed down to his lips, and she remembered them devouring Edrand’s. The thought gnawed at her, and she balled her fingers into tight fists.
She stepped backward reflexively when she saw him advancing further into the room. Alfos stood behind, weighing everything with a deadpan expression.
“Edrand?” Draco crouched, taking in Edrand as blood dripped from his lip and nose. He gently pulled his fringes away from
