Chapter 7

• “Isabel, that’s enough,” a calm voice interjects, cutting through the rising tension in the room.
• I glance over my shoulder to find the speaker—a boy leaning casually against the wall in the far corner, a chunk of bread in one hand. He takes an exaggerated bite, chewing leisurely before flashing me a wide, disarming grin.
• “Name’s Frank,” he introduces himself, his words muffled by his full mouth. “I work in the gardens, so you probably won’t see much of me. And, word of advice? Don’t pay Isabel any mind—she’s like that with everyone.” His eyes flick toward Isabel, narrowing slightly in annoyance.