A knock rattled the door. Thessa strode across the room and opened it.
Talon filled the doorway. His eyes scanned the room once, landing on Luna, then on Isolde. "Ah… Talon," Luna said.
"Your Highness," Talon began. "I saw—"
But Luna's hand cut the air. "I need you to hold her down."
"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" Isolde screeched. She scrambled backward, her breathing wild. Panic sharpened her features until she looked almost feral.
Talon moved toward her. His hand closed around her arm, and Isolde jerked against it. Her fangs dropped, proof of her desperation. She hissed, baring them in warning, though even she knew her display was futile. Her chances of fighting her way free were less than none.
"If you hurt my baby, I swear—"
"To what?" Luna's snarl split the room. "Tell me, what will you do?"
Then Luna shifted her attention to Talon without breaking stride. "Move her to the sofa."
