*Micah*
In the car, Isadora sits beside me, a fur blanket draped over her lap. She has offered to share the warmth with me, invited me to sit closer to her, under the blanket, but my skin already feels like it is on fire, a fire that can only be doused by having her. On a bed, on a sofa, in a car.
Why I continue to put the temptation of her within easy reach is beyond me, it is like an obsession, a drug to me.
When I had first caught sight of her, as she came down the stairs towards me, I had been able to easily envision her descending stairs at a fancy ball, one fit for royalty.
Everything about her screams class, high rank and future Luna. It isn't the exquisite dress or the styled hair. It is something deeper, something inside her, something that had been passed down through the cen
