SILAS
For weeks, I had let her talk. I'd looked the other way when she bad-mouthed Maya, dismissing it as harmless jealousy. I had avoided getting involved, thinking it was beneath me to mediate, but my silence had been a mistake. I'd let her believe Maya was fair game. It had given Isabella the impression that she could do whatever she wanted to the woman I was going to marry.
I had underestimated the depth of her desperation, thinking she'd accept the inevitable. Instead, she had tried to frame and break Maya to get me to change my mind, but she had only ensured I'd never look at her the same way again. Taking Maya to the Oubliette wasn't just a display of jealousy; it was a violation of the very order I had spent my life maintaining.
Yet, a problem remained: how was I going t
