Thor’s voice dripped with contempt, every word edged with ice. His jet-black eyes locked onto Isabela’s with a force that felt almost unbearable.

Isabela pushed herself upright slowly, blinking as though waking from a nightmare. Her pale face—still etched with the shadow of recent loss—twisted into a performance of confusion.

“Thor… what are you talking about?”

He took another step, stopping beside the bed and leaning down until his face hovered inches from hers.

“About your little manipulation