Isadora's POV
We walked home in the moonlit forests, and the breeze told the trees our secrets. Fenris was surprisingly happy, bouncing with a verve he had not displayed before. He had that look of curiosity in his eyes, and there was no way he could stop asking questions.
"Isadora," he commenced, his tone vibrantly amazed, "how did you envision all those plans with me having no clue? It was so smooth and choreographed that I did not even realise the first move."
I smiled, recalling the secret rendezvous we used to have with Thalassa.
"Well, it all began one evening when Thalassa visited me – the night you went hunting." She flitted into the house so silently I imagined I had only been dozing.
Fenris' eyebrows arched in surprise. "Thalassa came here? While I was out?"
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