She tried to glare. Really, she did. But her cheeks puffed slightly and her eyes sparkled in the firelight, making her look more like a baby bunny trying to scare off a tiger.
Cyrus, of course, only smiled wider.
"Mmh." A simple nod. A gentle hum. A man clearly too powerful to be fazed by her pretend fury.
Isabella sat up straighter, ready to finally take the soup. Like a normal human.
But the moment her hands reached out, Cyrus beat her to it.
He blew gently on the steaming liquid—once, twice—and brought the bowl to her lips like she was some fragile flower petal about to wilt.
"You shouldn't stress yourself too much," he said softly. "You're still recovering."
Isabella's brows shot up like she just spotted a scandalous affair in the palace gardens.
Ooooooohhh.
She got it now. She finally got it.
This man—this man—was seducing her.
But not with abs or a tragic backstory. No. No, no.
He was seducing her with Innocence.
And the most horrifying part?
It was working.
