It was infuriating.
No matter what I did, what tricks or schemes I employed, she always had a counter ready. I couldn't gain a single advantage over her. It was maddening.
Though she was once a lowly maid, she was literate, could move with elegance when she wanted to, and bore the grace and poise of a noblewoman born to rule.
Lugh raised an eyebrow.
How Curious.
Although her words were sharp, her eyes betrayed something else, an undercurrent of admiration.
It seemed Isolde's relationship with his mother wasn't as simple as he'd initially assumed.
He inhaled deeply and released the breath in one slow exhale.
This only makes things more complex.
"As time went on"
Isolde continued, her voice deepening
"I began to understand exactly why Lucas was so deeply in love with her. It was just… there. That something. A quality I couldn't compete with, no matter how hard I tried. And it irked me."
Her voice was level, but a bitter tint laced the edges.
