ISOLDE
“What?” The word slipped out of me again, my voice barely a whisper. Maybe I wasn’t hearing him right. Maybe the shadows of the room were tricking my ears.
“You heard me the first time,” Rowan’s voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “Get to the bed.”
My stomach twisted.
“No. No!” Velin’s shrill voice cracked the air before I could even breathe again. She stood with her hands clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes burning at me like fire. “You can’t do anything with this witch, Rowan! She is useless! She will never give you an heir!”
Her words hit me like poison, dripping into my veins. I clenched my fists, fighting to slap her across the face. All I gave her was a glare... burning, sharp, filled with the anger I kept locked inside.
Rowan didn’t even look at her. His voice was
