Chapter 97: You better not bring me any trouble
Isabella folded her arms, tapping her perfectly looking fingers against her elbow as she narrowed her eyes at Cyrus. He was hesitating. Hesitating. And that just wouldn’t do.
She leaned in slightly, her soft pink lips curving into a too-sweet smile. "You’re taking too long to answer, darling," she cooed, her voice all sugar and silk. "I don’t love that."
Cyrus flinched, his pink eyes flickering with something unreadable. He wasn’t a bad liar—no, no, he was far too composed for that—but Isabella had been around enough powerful men to recognize when someone was holding back. And it bothered her.
She shifted her hold on Glimora, stroking the soft fur absentmindedly. The little creature had been enjoying the attention, purring contentedly, but at the mention of Duskspire, she suddenly opened her cute eyes.
And stared.
Not just any stare. No, no. This was the look of a highly judgmental baby who just realized the person in front of her was suspicious.
Isabella gasped dramatically. "Oh. My. Stars. Look at that, Cyrus. Even my baby doesn’t trust you. She can feel the bad vibes."
Cyrus blinked. "I—"
Glimora, who had been previously nuzzling into Isabella’s hand, pressed herself closer, shrinking back from Cyrus. The way she tucked her tiny snout in made it very clear: She did not approve of this man.
Isabella held her tighter, nodding in agreement. "I know, baby. I know." She turned back to Cyrus, lifting her chin. "So, are you going to explain why my precious, sweet, innocent angel is suddenly terrified of you?"
Cyrus sighed, looking down as if trying to choose his words carefully. "I..."