Third Person’s POV
Trembling, Isaac had laid Aurelia down on the bed he’d taken up in his stay here, the one where he’d held her just days ago—days. It had been days since they’d last spoken and the last thing he’d said to her—what was it? Something about Emelie, he supposed. Something cold. Dismissive.
He couldn’t remember what he’d said after leaving this bedroom but whatever it was must have been bad enough to make Aurelia keep her distance. From the window on the second floor, he’d watched her, noticing how she’d seemed taken with the older woman named Paola in the household, spending all of her time in the garden, clearly interested in Yuni—and evasive toward Isaac.
He was to be her distraction, they’d said. To keep her sated.
But he’d felt immediately unneces
