Isolde
The breeders were being herded into the courtroom by the time Isolde found out where the sentinels were taking them. She panted as her lungs stretched from having broken into a run not long ago.
She perched over the wall for a beat, wanting to calm her racing heart and wet her mouth with her saliva. She moved again, having managed to get herself together, clamping the skirt of her dress in both hands.
It shouldn’t be what she was thinking. Draco couldn’t select new breeders. Oh, it’s not just one breeder but twenty!
Seriously? He was going to ditch her for twenty females?
“He’s doing it because I said no to his proposal. He’s only trying to make me jealous,” she muttered under her breath, her long hair flailing at her back.
She just couldn’t stand the thought of Draco with
