Isolde
Isolde fell to her knees, the floor hard under her. The room was too quiet, and Alina’s eyes ran over her like she was something pitiful and dirty.
Isolde started crying. Alina looked evil, like she could kill Isolde if she had the chance.
“Tell me about your gift,” Alina asked, her arms crossed, walking closer to Isolde.
Isolde kept her eyes down, her heart knocking against her chest. “My healing power?”
Alina took a slow step towards Isolde, folding an arm against her chest. “Has it ever failed?”
The question threw Isolde off. She paused, then shook her head. “No. It always works.”
Alina tapped her fingers against her arm, watching her too closely. “But?”
Isolde’s mouth felt dry. “I get weaker.”
“And if you push too far?”
Something in Alina’s voice made Isolde look up
