[Nikolai]
When I charged into the room, the scene that greeted me made my stomach clench.
Isolde was kneeling on the floor beside Phoebe’s pale body, barking orders to the other staff members who'd crowded into the space. Her voice was commanding, overwhelming their panic with so much authority that it also felt like she’d had to face a familiar situation one or more times.
"You—get me more clean towels. Now. You—clear a path for when the ambulance arrives. And someone get me proper bandages, not this makeshift nonsense. A few bottles of water too."
Phoebe's wrist had already been wrapped in what looked like torn fabric. My eye found the tear in Isolde’s skirt as proof—but blood had soaked through completely. The floor around them was pooling with the dark and viscous liquid, far too m
