No Interruption

Islinda stood in the bathroom, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her breath was shallow, and her heart pounded in her chest, the events of the last few hours replaying in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't wake from.

 She had taken the risk to summon Azula, desperate to know what the demon inside her had done in her absence—what words she had whispered to Andre, what actions she had taken to manipulate the situation. But Azula had remained silent, dormant, like a snake coiled in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike.