If Violence Doesn't Work, Maybe Begging Will

Warily, Isolde rose to her feet and prepared to escape. However, she was surprised by the sudden change of tone in Leland's tone.

"Isolde, come out," Leland spoke flatly. He held back his emotions and focused on the reason why he was here: to get the antidote for his mate.

If violence didn't work, he would have to try other ways. Even though he was a really proud man, he was not beneath begging if it meant he could make sure Sophie was saved.

"What do you want?" Isolde opened the door and sharpened her gaze at him. 

"I need the cure for my mate," Leland's voice was strained. "That is all that I'm asking for… mother. Can't you at least just give it to me? I will not lay a finger on you or contest your decisions as long as you give it to me."

Isolde scrunched up her nose in disgust. She hated weak people the most. For her, this was a new low, coming from Leland.