She felt terrified.
A pure and wild fear, incandescent like the force of the looks Isadore felt upon her, rose in her chest, spreading through her blood until it exploded inside her head, making her heart burn.
Like fireworks.
Indifferent to the passage of time, forgetful of space, careless of the future, Isadore struggled with the terror that imprisoned her and took her breath away.
But she'd lost that fight long ago, the very moment Rhys's silver eyes had first touched her with that utter devotion.
Fear kept screaming in her blood, pushing her to deny herself, run away, escape from the dark future that awaited her.
But fear could do nothing against the indissoluble wall of conflicting emotions that was making her heart beat so hard she feared it might collapse.
She couldn't do it.
