SERA'S POV
“You need to get back to the healing chambers before Damion finds out you slipped out.”
I tightened my grip on Isabella’s wrist as we ascended the narrow staircase, our steps quick but measured. The torches along the stone walls flickered, casting twisted shadows that seemed to follow us. My heart pounded with irritation, not fear. Damion’s constant concern for Isabella was becoming unbearable. It was always her, always his precious, fragile Isabella.
Why must it be his duty to protect her? I had been by his side far longer, yet somehow Aurora and Isabella had both stolen pieces of him that should have been mine.
When we reached the top of the stairs, Isabella pulled free from my grip and whirled to face me. Moonlight streamed through a cracked window, illuminating her shar
