A Fine Line

I knew it. I knew he’s tortured, but to hear her say, to hear Isolde sobbing with the memory of what must have been unimaginable pain….I couldn’t take hearing anymore.

I’d been right outside her door, listening in. I don’t care if she doesn’t want me to hear. She’s my mate. I need to know what I can do to help her. But hearing that, hearing her break down, it nearly broke me.

I raced outside, bare