"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...