Chapter 46 – Strange Confession
Fear was a poison. An even greater poison than any person could ever be. But in Isolde's eyes at that instant, there was no difference.
In that dreadful moment — where time seemed to come to a complete standstill, as if unwilling or simply unable to flow the way it always had — fear was Cassius, and Cassius was fear.
Her throat went completely dry under the weight of his piercing red eyes, waiting, urging her to answer.
It was one thing to internally accept the poison of someone's love. It was another thing entirely to admit it to the person themselves, without folding like a coward.
But Isolde couldn't truly be blamed for it. The last time she had felt genuine love from someone was so far in the past that all the memories of being hurt and ignored had buried it completely.
So she stood there, right at the threshold of something that had become entirely unknown to her brain and body: the real possibility of being loved.
