FINNIAN
“Leave!” My voice thundered, sharp and low, carrying more fury than the walls could hold. The footsteps retreating told me he obeyed, but my chest still burned. Whoever dared this would pay with blood.
I turned back, my eyes locking on Isolde. Her face was pale, her lips trembled though she tried to stand strong.
“Who… who got murmured?” Her voice was steady, but the way it shook at the end pierced straight into me. Terror hid in her eyes.
I couldn’t answer right away. My hands moved first, pulling her gown back up, covering the delicate skin that should never be exposed to danger.
My fingers trembled, not from desire but from the storm inside me. I tied the last ribbon tight, forcing calm into my voice.
“You need to go back to your chamber.”
Her eyes widened. She rose so qu
