The aunties' shoulders shook harder. One of them quietly wiped a tear from her eye. This was better than any gossip.
"Y-you planned this," Osiris said hoarsely.
"Of course." Isabella batted her lashes. "Do you think I asked you to 'be good' just for decoration? Words must be used properly. Otherwise, my spiritual credit will drop."
He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Second task," she continued calmly. "Every time you call me reckless, you will also add, 'but very beautiful.' In front of everyone."
His jaw dropped. "Absolutely not."
Isabella's eyes widened in innocent surprise. "So you want to go back on your promise? You want to be a bad boy?"
The way she dragged out the words made heat shoot straight up his neck. He could practically hear the aunties choking in the corner.
Osiris, who could face flames and enemies without blinking, wanted to crawl into a snowdrift and die quietly.
