[Nikolai]
As for Isolde, I hadn't sorted out what she was to me, what ‘we’ were to each other. She wasn't mine beyond the concept of the mate bond that had forced our fates to be entwined.
She was still married to that man named Johnny. Someone she now despised for ruining her life.
Our relationship, if you could even call it that, didn't have a title, a plan or even a future. Didn't have anything except two days of pretending the outside world didn't exist.
How I wish those fleeting moments could have lasted much longer.
And I knew one thing with perfect clarity:
I couldn't insult her by asking her to stay. Couldn't suggest she remain my dirty little secret while Phoebe became my lawfully wedded wife.
I couldn't make her small like that. Like some sort of mistress. After her faile
