Isolde.
Gathering the saliva left in her mouth, Isolde boldly spat it on Draco’s face. She gritted her teeth and huffed. “You deserve to perish!”
She watched as Draco, slowly with a sinister grin on his face, raised his hand and collected the slimy liquid with his fingers. She was seething, nearly losing her mind.
Isolde saw how casually the lord was rubbing the liquid in his fingers, iridescent eyes examining, as if he was adoring the slimy content that just came out of her mouth. The evidence of her hatred and disgust for him.
In rapid moves, the lord tugged her close, leaving just a few gaps between them. In a moment of panic, she began to thrash against the armor covering his body. However, the lord held on tight, giving her no chance of escape.
Isolde ceased breathing when h
