Seamus snapped.
He grabbed both of her wrists and slammed her back against the wall, the impact echoing sharply through the room.
The dagger slipped from his hand and clattered against the floor, its metallic ring loud, but still quieter than the fury roaring in his chest.
"Take it back," he said, his voice low and shaking. "Take it back. I never killed my mother."
"Not directly," Isolde replied calmly, lifting one shoulder in a careless shrug. "But that does not make it false. You were grown to be—"
"Shut up." His grip tightened until she hissed.
"You are the worst kind of monster, Isolde. I am done being pulled around by your words. I am done with your games."
"Ouch," she muttered, then laughed softly. Her smile returned. "Be gentle. Or what will you do? Kill me?"
She leaned closer despite the pressure, eyes gleaming with provocation. "Go on, try. Do you not have Roanna's power now?"
For a moment, he truly considered it.
