C3 Chapter Three

Isla collapsed, dropping the knife with a sob. The icy fury had left her in rush, leaving her hot and trembling with mingling sensations of fear, failure…even regret. She’d pierced his skin, but she’d gone no further. He made no move to retrieve the knife or to reach for his own dirk as Isla’s hair fell forward, hiding her face behind a red curtain as she cried.

“Isla…” he said