"You know, Sage, you might just be right." Isla spoke in awe, looking around the Queen's palace as we came down from the car.
Her voice carried that blend of mischief and wonder that was uniquely hers. "I might just enjoy being your best friend, sidekick, whatever tag you give me, in this madness of yours."
Madness. That was Isla's choice of words, when I gave her a rundown of the story, the sieved-out version where my life had been almost snuffed out by the lycan's kingdom, and the insane urge to retaliate, to get my revenge no matter the odds stacked against me.
And when she rubbed her palms together, smiling and relaxing into her seat, I knew I had chosen the right person. Isla Woodson would be my pretend best friend, and maybe an ally when all this was over.
My trust wasn't an easy commodity to earn anymore. I didn't even trust my own self.
"Oh my… is that…" Isla's voice trailed off.
