Tiana’s jaw clenched, fist curled, ready to swing.
Isabel caught her arm, leaned in. “Don’t.”
“Let go-”
“Sage will be furious if you start something,” Isabel hissed, grip tightening. “Don’t.”
Tiana eased, exhaling.
“That’s right,” Thurio said. Smugly. “Keep to your leash like a good little pet.”
Tiana punched.
He wasn’t expecting it, and she caught his chin. He stumbled back more than a f...