Isadora POV
As Golem was swept up by the revelry, I couldn't shake the feeling of isolation and sadness as I dragged my feet up the stairs to my room, I gazed at the bed, longing for solace.
But before I could even take a step toward it, strong arms enveloped me from behind, a hand covering my mouth to stifle any screams. Panic surged through me as a voice whispered urgently in my ear, "Don't scream, Isadora, please."
My heart pounded against my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled against the grip. Who was behind me, and what did they want?
The voice repeated again, and this time, it sent a jolt of surprise down my spine by its familiarity. The scent, the tone—it couldn't be anyone else.
The grip loosened, and I slowly turned around to set eyes on Eamon. Panic surged through me as
