FINNIAN
My breath shortened, dragging rough against my throat, like claws raking from the inside. My chest rose and fell too fast, each inhale sharper than the last.
I didn’t think Isolde’s eyes could widen more than they already had but gods, they did. Her lashes trembled. Her lips parted like she was about to choke on a scream she couldn’t release. She became nervous and shaken. My heart throbbed at the sight, and I hated myself for letting Rowan put her through this.
Elsa’s head tilted, a sly grin twitching on her mouth as she looked between me and Rowan. She coughed, impatient. “Your Highness...”
Rowan’s jaw flexed before he smiled, cruel as always. “He thought he could get hold of a married woman simply because he could not find his mate.” He lifted Isolde’s hand again and pressed
