*Isla*

Maddox takes his pants off, laying them over the foot of the bed as I run a brush through my hair. After sitting through a dinner with everyone currently staying in the little manor, including the warriors, I am happy to be in the comfort and privacy of our room.

Tomorrow night I could be curled up in our bed at the castle… if I get my way.

“I’m going,” I say flatly, narrowing my eyes at Maddox through the vanity mirror.

“It’ll be a war zone, Isla. I can’t take the risk.”

“Well, I’ve already made up my mind,” I reply hotly, sighing as my belly tightens. I...