CHAPTER 241
~Isolde's Point Of View~
Isolde stands on the terrace as the cold night air brushes against her skin. She tries to breathe. The conversation with Amias is still replaying in her head like a video she can't pause. She leans against the railing, fingers curling around the iron as the moonlight glints across the estate grounds. He had arrived late, just minutes before she was about to leave, and the sight of his messy hair from the wind and eyes a little too tired—had softened something inside her chest.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he had said and in his words, she sensed a weight of responsibility she didn't need to question. "Had things to discuss with my mother.
She had noticed the way his shoulders had stiffened, the faint shadow under his eyes, and immediately asked, "Are you okay?"
He shook his head with a faint smile brushing his lips. "I'm not the topic tonight. You are."
