ISOLDE
Drogo’s breath suddenly turns uneven, his hand stopping its gentle strokes through my hair and lingering at the base of my neck. His muscles tense beneath my palm, and I immediately regret asking that question.
It was a harmless one. At least, I think it is.
I had assumed the name was Camilla’s middle name, a woman he clearly missed while he stayed at Morgan’s home. If he had rejected Camilla before that night, when he thought I was Akira, then Akira must be another woman. Maybe. Maybe not.
It’s confusing at the same time drives curiosity at me.
And I hate that the name lingers in my head longer than it should.
Drogo doesn’t move for a long time. I almost think he has fallen asleep until I slowly look up at him. He is staring back at me, his eyes darker than usual, as if he i
