ISOLDE
The Next Day
“You’re awake.”
That voice again, that familiar, deep and rough voice that sounded like midnight thunder. I smiled without thinking, my body curling closer to the warmth beside me.
He chuckled low, his breath brushing my ear. “You must’ve dreamt about me.”
My smile faded.
Wait.
That voice wasn’t supposed to be here.
My eyes flew open, and the illusion broke like thin glass.
It wasn’t Finnian.
Gods. Why would I even think it was him?
The last time he ever lay beside me, I’d woken up alone. He was gone before dawn.
I jerked away from the warmth and sat up fast. The cold morning air bit my skin.
Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, his bare chest catching the early light. His piercing eyes trailed me as I jumped from the sheets like I’d touched fire.
“Do I bite
