Nyx's POV
"I'm fine." I turned to see Isla being led in by another guard. My little sister looked so small, only fourteen and too young for this.
"Nyx!" She broke free from the guard and ran to me.
I caught her and held her tight as she pressed her face against my shoulder without making a sound. No crying. No sobbing. Just silence. Her hands fisted in my dress with desperate strength, clinging like she thought I might disappear if she let go.
I pulled back to look at her tear-stained face and my heart clenched. Her eyes were distant, unfocused, like she was looking through me rather than at me.
"Isla?" I brushed her hair back. "It's okay. I'm here."
She just stared at me with those empty eyes and didn't respond, but her grip on my dress tightened.
"She hasn't spoken since it happen
