Isla’s POV
“What gain do you have in seeing him suffer like this?” I asked, my voice breaking before the last word left my lips.
Calista’s lips curled into something that barely resembled a smile. “Suffer?” she repeated, almost laughing. “You think this is suffering? I’m granting him eternal life, little wolf. I’m making him the most powerful creature to ever walk this planet, and you dare to call it suffering?”
She took a step forward, eyes glaring with wicked amusement. “You useless, fragile, little wolf.”
Her voice lashed like a whip, but before I could speak again, she tilted her head, mockery dripping from her tone.
“Oh, sorry for my mistake.” She gave a shallow, taunting bow. “You’re not completely useless, are you? Your blood as a Blackwood’s… now that is something divine.”
