ISADORA
Phillippe scratches his head and focuses his eyes on Justin, who hasn't taken his eyes off my face. I'm so shocked that I can't get a single word out.
"No, it's not really like that yet," Phillippe claims while looking back and forth between us. "Sure, there are negotiations—"
"Negotiations?" I echo.
His face reddens. Justin lets out a laugh and pats his shoulder. "Don't worry, Grubben. Isa here has no idea how anything in our world works. She spent far too much time...away. Really, sissy. You should know by now that Dad doesn't consult anyone before making a decision—he just makes one. In our world, everything's arranged. You're one of us whether you like it or not. What makes you think you'd be so different?"
Phillippe's face is even redder than mine. "Justin, I don't thi
