The Final Silence

Isolde did not move immediately after Dante left.

She stood in the same spot — two steps from Ronan, her eyes fixed on the man lying on the floor with uneven breathing and a mouth that still moved.

Ronan was cursing.

Words came out in whispers straining to become threats — about Dante, about Isolde, about everyone who had ever stood between him and what he believed was his right. His voice was hoa