ISOLDE
Blood.
I froze the moment I saw it, it was dark, fresh blood running down Velin’s neck, painting her skin red. My chest tightened, and the strength in my legs gave out.
She staggered backward, swaying, almost falling but Rowan caught her before she hit the floor.
My breath hitched. Did I do that?
My hands began to tremble as I stared at the faint traces of black under my nails. Oh no. No, no… what was wrong with me?
“What did you do to her?” Rowan’s voice sliced through the air like a whip. He was checking her neck, his fingers brushing her skin, his eyes dark with anger. Velin whimpered, pressing her body closer to his chest, pretending she couldn’t speak.
“Rowan…” My voice cracked. “I-I didn’t...”
“Do nothing?!” His voice deepened, dangerous.
Before I could say anything
