FINNIAN
“That’s enough, he is back. You can see each other later,” Rowan said, his hand closing around Isolde’s arm, pulling her gently but firmly away from me. There was something sharp in his tone, a kind of jealousy he didn’t bother hiding.
“You have something urgent to take care of,” he told her, his voice lowering. “You need to see Daze as soon as possible.”
Isolde nodded quietly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I hope his condition is not worse,” she said, though her voice sounded more like fear than a question.
I sighed, the bitterness heavy on my tongue. “I can’t tell until you see him yourself,” I said. I didn’t want her to feel worse than she already did.
Before anyone could say another word, the doors burst open. Felda ran in, her gown sweeping the floor behind her. Sh
