Draco
Eternity passed before Draco regained himself. He rubbed his temple, asking, “You’re here? How?”
Was Alfos lying earlier? He wondered, his body twitching. Something must be wrong somewhere, or were his eyes deceiving him? It had to be.
“Stop thinking it’s an imagination,” Isolde said, making him look up. A small smile was etched on her lips. She took a little step forward and reached her gloved hand to his scarred cheek, looking into the recess of his eyes. “I didn’t sail east or wherever you suggested I should go.”
The way his heart beat, Draco was certain she could hear it in the depths of her ears. His throat was clogged with emotions. It made him teary.
“I won’t go, Draco, because,” She paused and took a small breath in, her long lashes flashed up to his. Gods, her wild bl
