The room was quiet. Fever had left Isabella weak but clear. The lock turned. Liam stepped in and closed the door.
“How are you?" he asked.
She met his eyes. “Since you killed my family in front of me, I have had no heart left to ask about."
His face tightened. “Your father killed mine. What I did was law."
“Give murder a title," she said. “It stays murder. You took my pack by tricks and blades. You locked me here. You come at night to prove I am small."
“Watch your tongue."
“Why? Truth only shows what you are."
“You forget your place," he said.
“I had one," she said. “You stole it."
“You insulted Sophie. You will apologize."
“She is nothing to me," Isabella said. “You are less."
He grabbed her wrist. “Say you're mine."
“I am not."
He pushed her to the mattress. The chain at he
