Chapter 42 – Meeting with Sophia [1]
Morning came, and with the first rays of the sun blazing over the Amaris Household like a sea of gold, the third and last day arrived alongside it.
A certain melancholy — or even a faint apprehension, a sadness — cloaked Isolde's room like one of Vorn's cursed hoods.
Isolde didn't know why, but a sense of loss kept creeping inside her heart, worming its way through it restlessly at the simple thought of being separated from Cassius.
She stifled a sigh, back against the shelf.
It was strange, truly, how a relationship between two people could shift in a matter of days with just the right shared experiences.
Isolde felt that feeling annoyingly clearly, one part of her still afraid to admit it, as she stared at Cassius sitting at the edge of her bed.
