"Mate?" Isadora questioned, trying to hide the shaky undertone that clung to her voice. She hated the way it affected her. "How dare you call me that after what you said to my face?"
Kraven smiled, tilting his head, eyes detailing every inch of her face in amusement, like the first time. Even angry at him, she had never looked more beautiful with those fires burning in her pale amber.
However, he wanted that glow in her eyes whenever she looked at him as if he hung the moon.
"Smiling?" Isadora scoffed. He had always been impossible, but this? He was asking for a hit, which she was very tempted to do right now. "Why don't you just go away? Since you're so determined to withhold your convictions."
Gods! Was she making this worse? The Witch specifically told her to show him love and make him understand the mate bond wasn't as he thought. But that smile, dear gods! That smile plastered on his lips made her angrier.
