Isla’s POV
Liam smiled, not the kind that meant relief or humor, but the kind that said you fools really thought you’d won.
It started small, barely visible, then spread until his shoulders shook with laughter. It echoed through the room, sharp and cruel, like he was watching some grand comedy unfold right in front of him.
"You think a crazy witch like Calista will approach a hybrid without a survival plan?" he asked, wiping the corner of his eye with his thumb, still grinning.
The sound of his laughter crawled under my skin.
Killian didn’t move, but I saw the muscles in his jaw tighten, a vein pulsing at his forehead. He was still staring at the spot where Calista had vanished, blood dripping from his hand.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, even though a part of me already k
