Isolde
“Ahem!” Isolde cleared her throat, breaking the hypnotic stare between her sister and Alfos.
The beta recollected himself and shyly turned to look at Isolde, his eyes shimmering. “Uh, you,” he rasped. “I was passing by when I heard voices. I figured it wasn’t just your sister,” Alfos’s voice took on a hard edge.
Lucinda fiddled with her fingers clumsily as she savored how deep his voice was. She would bet her sister could hear the rapid beating of her heart.
Sparing a quick glance at Lucinda, Isolde bobbed her head. “I am…awake now as you can see.”
“It’s a good thing…”
“Why?” Isolde quizzed, interrupting him. “You certainly do not care about me, do you?”
Alfos teetered on his feet, shrugging. “I guess I do. You saved the lord after all.” Isolde exhaled, puckering a brow. “I
