Chapter 40
Nina’s POV
The rotors kept thumping, relentless, like they were counting down to something I couldn’t stop.
Isabela’s red silk dress snapped in the downdraft as she took one deliberate step toward me. Her heels clicked once on the tarmac sharp, accusing. Floodlights turned her skin porcelain-pale and her eyes black pits.
“You disgusting b***h,” she hissed, voice slicing clean through the engine whine.
“Do you know the trouble you made us go through? You should be locked in the dungeon and chained, forgotten, rotting.”
Her hand flashed up, manicured nails gleaming like tiny knives. I flinched on instinct, shoulders hunching, already tasting the sting that was coming.
It never landed.
A gloved hand clamped around her wrist mid-swing was hard enough that the bones i
