“Are you even listening to me?” Georgianna protested, getting her attention. “Aren't you tired of tinkering with those roots?”
"I was listening." Isadore answered, continuing to pluck the heather petals indifferently.
She didn't have much choice, since there wasn't much space in the closed cabin of the SUV to get lost in her thoughts.
Isadore had tried to because her head was pounding from too much thinking and worrying, but Georgianna's constant chatter had distracted her a lot.
In fact, the girl had decided that there was no better way to use the time of the trip than to divulge all the gossip she knew about the most prominent packs of the kingdom and their members.
Isadore knew that Georgianna was trying to distract her and thought she was helping her in that way not to think ab
