"Let's go."
"No." Putting aside the old documents that she was leafing through absentmindedly, Isadore stood up to face him with fervent decision when Rhys joined her.
She wouldn't let him send her into exile.
"No?" repeated Rhy strangely not seeming angry, rather amused instead.
Crossing his arms across his chest he leaned against the door jamb that had just closed behind him, and gave her a close look, studying her from head to toe.
"No." confirmed Isadore, stiffening in front of his meticulous examination, his eyes were touching her with such intensity that she could almost feel his force touching her.
Smoothing the folds of her blue dress, she ordered herself to ignore the tension that was building up in her chest and stared back at Rhys. “I'm not leaving.” She informed him cu
