As soon as Isabelle spoke, something in her words clearly hit a nerve. Jareth suddenly lifted his gaze to meet hers, that intense, unblinking stare cutting straight at him.
For a split second, his usually calm and chiseled face betrayed him-there was a flicker of guilt across his expression before he could even think to hide it.
But it was already too late.
Isabelle caught every bit of his panicked look, and whatever softness had been on her face vanished in a blink. Her tear-filled eyes suddenly sharpened, like she'd just gotten stabbed in the chest.
Gritting her teeth, she spat out coldly, "Who is it? That model from last time? Or maybe that actress they said you were seeing?"
She listed the women who'd been linked to him recently, one by one. But Jareth didn't move, did
