-Joanne-
The warmth on my skin slowly faded, my father’s voice leaving me too. Finlay pulled me out of the throne room, and I didn’t even fight, losing control over my body while my brother did not glance at me. Not caring one bit.
Maybe I let Finlay take me away? I had no other explanation for why I wasn’t still screaming at my brother.
He hurt me, betrayed me and our parents. What more had he done? And why?
Finlay led me down a corridor as he mumbled and cursed about what happened, but I couldn’t focus on his words. The turmoil in my mind was too loud, and I needed a solution.
I needed Isaac.
He would bring me the clarity I needed; I knew he would. He would tell me everything would be okay after he kicked my brother’s ass.
But since when did I want him to fight my battles? I could do this; I was strong enough. I had survived enough to be worthy to live.