XANDER'S POV
"Would you quite sulking? It doesn't suit you, Isidora."
I said, and she turned to me with a glare, causing me to let out a chuckle.
"Seriously, does anyone at this table notice just how similar this woman is to my Lyanna?"
I asked, and all hands immediately went up in agreement with what I said—all except Isidora's, since she was still too busy glaring at me.
"See, Isidora? Everyone sees it."
I joked, letting out another chuckle when she huffed and turned away from me.
To be honest, I don't like having issues with her like this. Isidora is the only friend I've ever actually had. But seriously, she started this one. If she would just tell me what the hell is actually going on, there wouldn't be any reasons for us to argue. For goodness' sake, it's not like what I'm aski
