Gods! This Fae would be the death of her.
Why was he saying these things to her? Why was he making this difficult for her? How dare he speak as if he hadn't set out to ruin her?
'Did he kiss you like you're the only thing that mattered?'
'Whispering filth to your ears as your body sets on fire? Did it feel good when he couldn't get enough as he kept going like a madman?'
Nyssa's words haunted the darkest corners of her mind—the words drilling a black hole in Isadora's chest.
'Don't be too heartbroken, I'm sure he would call on you from time to time if you're that good.'
Was this why he came to the training grounds? Not because she left but because he still hasn't had enough? That explains the hunger in his eyes, that was it, nothing else.
He still needed a fresh body to taint! How long will he keep taking? He would leave her to her ruin when he's done!
'And when he gets bored, do you know who he would seek? Who has stood by his side for winters without question?'
