The moment Iselynne saw the cold beauty walking down the street, something inside her twisted. A sharp stab of jealousy burst like a volcano in her chest. She bit her lip, trying to suppress it, but it was there. Obvious. Dangerous.
That woman — tall, graceful, with perfect curves and silver eyes that could freeze even the sun — was trouble. Iselynne could feel it. Trouble for her. Trouble for them.
If someone as tempting as her joined our team… she didn't even want to finish that thought.
So she tried.
She tried to stop it before it started.
"I don't know," Iselynne said, forcing a smile, her voice soft but laced with nervous energy. "She doesn't look too powerful. I still lean toward that big woman with the muscular body. She seemed way stronger for our team, I'll go recruit her now!" She turned, trying to slip away quickly.
But Sylvaris's hand shot out and caught her wrist in an instant — firm, decisive.
His eyes never left the cold beauty.
