“What did you say?” Isabella’s voice shrieked, my words shattering her dreams as thoroughly as they had shattered mine. “You can’t do this! His Majesty will recall us to Reysland. We’re trapped here because of you!”
She lunged at me, hands outstretched to claw at my throat. Missing, she collapsed onto the bed, pounding the covers like a madwoman. “It’s all your fault! Why aren’t you dead yet? This wretched manor is a prison, holding you, this jinx, and trapping us as well! You’ve almost ruined Owen, and now you want to harm me and my children! How can you be so vicious?”
I watched her, an unsettling calm settling over me as she vented her rage. This was Isabella: the elegant, noble lady in public, deceiving Owen, who lived with her day in and day out, and deceiving the town’s elite. Ever
