Chapter 35 Private Captures

The blade pressed hard against Isolde's throat. Leaving a vivid red mark on her skin. She tilted her head back. Tears blurring her lashes. Voice hoarse and broken. "Choose her, and I'll die right in front of you."

Derek stood a few steps away. Gaze ice-cold. Devoid of warmth.

Sophia spoke first. ...

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