Scales of Sacrifice

I never knew that Isolde was jealous. I knew she was mad, but jealous? She’s never come across as jealous, not in her human form, anyway.

Jealous. I’m excited to get to know more about that. However, her next words have all that excitement going out the door.

“What do you want to know, Isolde?” I ask, trying to find a way around answering her question. I’m not sure I’m ready for whatever response