Chapter 73 – The Enemy That Watches Closely
The room Isolade had been hiding in barely deserved to be called a room.
It was small, windowless, and buried beneath one of the abandoned towers along the western edge of Blackmoor where servants no longer cleaned and guards rarely patrolled. The air smelled faintly of damp stone and old smoke, and the candle burning near the table beside her had already melted halfway down without being replaced.
Still, it was safe.
Safer than the fortress above.
Safer than standing too close to Seraphina while pretending she wasn't terrified.
Isolade sat near the narrow bed with one leg crossed over the other, slowly tightening the bandage around her wrist where the silver burn still hadn't healed properly. The wound throbbed every now and then, sharp enough to irritate her, but not enough to matter.
Her thoughts were elsewhere.
On Liora.
Again.
