The fruit slipped from Isabella's fingers and hit the stone with a soft thud, rolling to Glimora's feet.
Glimora gasped dramatically like someone had died and quickly scooped it up, chewing loudly again, completely unbothered by the sudden tension that had gripped the entire corner of the cave.
Isabella sat there frozen.
Osiris watched her. Not blinking. Not breathing loudly. Just watching like he had dropped a weapon on the ground and was waiting to see if it exploded.
Her pulse thudded in her ears. Her throat tightened. The heat of the cave felt heavier. Denser. Suffocating.
She inhaled slowly and picked up another fruit, pretending to be calm when her heart was beating like a panicking rabbit. "That is none of your business."
Osiris tilted his head. "It is a simple question."
"It is none of your business."
"I am asking politely."
"You are not polite."
"I can be polite."
"Since when."
He thought for a moment. "Since now."
Isabella scoffed. "Too late."
