CHAPTER 29
Clara smoothed the silk of her sleeve, her expression shifting back to one of regal indifference.
"Now that the drama is out of the way. Tell me why you've truly breached my threshold, Lucian. I assume you aren't here to recall our past." she said, her voice regaining its razor-edged calm
Isabella, feeling a sudden surge of impatient adrenaline, tried to cut in. "We were looking for a witch who could—"
"You don't get to talk, wolfless." The word was dropped.Clara didn't even turn her head to acknowledge her.
She spoke as if she were addressing a piece of unwanted debris that had blown in with the wind.
Isabella froze. The term hit her. It was the same slur that had been spat at her since childhood. The brand of her shame, the reason she was an outcast in her own home.
To hear it now, from this glowing, ageless woman who looked like she held the threads of life itself between her fingers made Isabella's vision bleach white.
Something inside her snapped.
