"Get away.."
What?
Suddenly snatched from the fuzzy limbo into which she had fallen, Isadore struggled not a little to find reason and return to the present.
It was snowing.
Short of breath as if she had been running for hours, Isadore looked around confused and frightened by the rapid beating of her heart and the feeling of emptiness that enveloped her chest.
It took her a few moments to regain contact with the dark reality that surrounded her.
Inhaling the sweet fragrance of the lilacs, shivering under the cold of that dark night, she wondered what she was doing out there alone and in the cold.
But she wasn't alone.
Rhys.
She had slapped him.
He had kissed her.
Stealing her soul and breath.
With her cheeks on fire, Isadore forced herself to emerge from the confusion that was
