"What did you say?"
Even after hearing that, Seamus didn't loosen his grip. Isolde was a manipulator, a liar. If he gave her any space, she would twist the truth again and again.
"You heard me. I know a way to resurrect her. If you don't believe me, ask Madeline."
Isolde coughed, eyes narrowing as if gauging him. He tried to read her expression, but it was useless.
The fact that she hadn't attacked him yet—though he knew she easily could—meant something.
"Call Madeline here. And don't you dare try to run, or deceive me further."
He finally released her. The bloody moon faded, the sky returning to its normal hue. Seamus knew Madeline was Isolde's enemy.
If Isolde dared invoke her, then it wasn't a lie; the viper would never ally with her unless it served a darker truth.
Isolde massaged her throat as her breathing steadied. "Madeline, Emblem of Enigma of Velstrath, I summon you here."
