Chapter 83 - Chapter 82

Isolde stared out the frost covered around her the air numbing her senses after a while she couldn't string together a coherent thought. Was this really going to end in Elia's death? Elias. She couldn't bear the thought of him in the dungeons, waiting for the noose. Her stomach churned violently. Elynor had been right—Elias had deceived her. Used her. But could she just stand by and watch him die? She pressed a hand against the cold glass, her breath fogging the surface. The gardens below were quiet in the pre-dawn light, the bare branches like skeletal fingers reaching toward the castle walls. Somewhere in those dark corridors, he waited. She closed her eyes, and his face flashed before her—smirking, teasing, alive. She couldn't let him die. Not like this. Not without knowing the truth. She wondered if Lorren had even received her message, Elynor was so quick to intercept and uncover everything was it that maid?