"Ren! Leonel!"
Hearing someone call out to them, Ren and the others turned their heads. They spotted Isolde sprinting in their direction, her long legs covering the distance quickly. Dust kicked up behind her with every step.
Leonel froze like a statue. His spine straightened so suddenly that Ragnar actually glanced at him in confusion.
"I-I-Isolde," Leonel stuttered, his voice cracking like he'd swallowed a pebble.
Evie blinked at the approaching girl and, as always, couldn't stop staring. Isolde was tall—really tall. Her stride was long and elegant, and her posture was effortlessly confident. Evie wasn't insecure most days, but standing around these three giants made her feel like she shrank an inch every minute.
