[Isolde]
I was halfway down the main staircase when Camilla’s voice called out:
“You there, Isolde was it?”
I paused, one hand on the polished bannister, and turned to find her standing at the top of the landing. Her arms were crossed, expression cool and assessing.
“Yes, Miss Camilla?” I kept my voice professional, ignoring the fact that she’d gone into Nikolai’s room right after I exited.
“Get my horse ready.” She instructed. “We’re going hunting.”
‘Hunting?’ I swallowed. After everything that had happened in those woods—the arrows, the traps and dangers—I wanted to pass on that. But I forced myself to stay calm, to see this for what it could be: an opportunity.
A chance to observe her up close. To figure out if she was the one who’d tried to kill me.
“Are you deaf?” Her voice sh
