Chapter 44 ~ Painful Scorn

{Isla’s POV}

Even after two years, my ears were still very familiar with that one voice. The raspiness of it struck me with memories from that night.

But meeting an old friend or foe was the least of my concerns. I needed this agony, this pain to stop! I was the Princess of the Nation but I was going Rogue in my own body.

I could hear my father’s deep voice shifting closer to me. Only he would have the boldness to approach the chaos that was me.

I didn’t know why, but his confidence fueled my angst. I suddenly didn’t fancy his proximity so I growled and threw myself everywhere— slamming the ground and digging the walls with my shoulder.

I could hear alarmed screams filling the air so that it seemed like a Whirlwind had consumed the area.

I was that Whirlwind.

“Do something!” I could hear my Dad bawl from a corner.

“You must get him!” The Witch voiced.

“Who?” My Dad asked, audibly confused but then their voices sank into the noise of the havoc I was creating. The sound of furn