Isolde.
Isolde released her lip from between her teeth when the beta hauled her back into her chambers. She turned heated eyes, blazing with hatred at the beta.
The man in his usual black leather breeches and robe stared back at her. His gaze held her in place. It was as if they were in a staring contest.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Isolde finally shot out. It still annoyed her that this man here stopped her from killing the lord.
“Two things could get you killed in Abbator before your time,” Alfos spoke, his voice dense. The wood beneath him cracked as he took a step closer to her.
“The lord and your attempts to kill him.” Alfos listed. Isolde felt the reeling of fear inside her. She knew she’d die here in Abbator from the moment the lord chose her as his b
