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...