"Why'd you do that?" Isolde snapped, glaring at Jareth.
"Shut up," he shot back, pulling her closer.
She pushed against his chest, her eyes darting around the hallway.
"No one's coming. I know what I'm doing," he growled, his voice deep.
Isolde met his angry gaze, fear flickering in her eyes, but she hid it well with a defiant stare and a raised chin.
"What's wrong now? I haven't done anything!" she defended, but Jareth's grip only tightened.
"I'll be the judge of that," he snarled, giving her a firm shake. "You're trying to distance yourself from me, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not," Isolde argued, even though she knew he was close to the truth.
She'd been giving herself space from Jareth, needing to clear her head.
"Really? So why have you been so scarce?" he asked, grabbing her face with one hand.
"I've been busy. The New Moon is coming, so I've been really busy…" she tried.
