Chapter 93 Isolde's Confession

• Thorne
• The tension in the room was suffocating as I stood there, barely holding myself together. My mind raced with the reality of Elara’s disappearance, and the weight of everything pressed down on my chest like a boulder. I couldn’t lose her, not like this. The thought of her in Draven’s hands made my blood boil, and I was ready to tear apart anyone who stood in the way of getting her back.
• Just as I was about to bark out more orders to Ivara, the door creaked open, and Isolde stepped in, her face pale and her eyes downcast. There was something off about her, a tension in the way she moved, the way she seemed unable to meet my gaze.