Isabella's cheeks were on fire. Not the normal pink flush, no. This was red-alert tomato mode, the kind of blush that could power an entire village if someone bottled it. She buried her face in her hands like maybe, just maybe, if she couldn't see Kian, he couldn't see her either.
"Why… why didn't you say anything?!" she snapped finally, peeking at him between her fingers.
Kian, meanwhile, sat calm in the grass beside her, back straight, shoulders wide, the tall reeds bowing in the wind around him as though nature itself couldn't decide whether to worship or run. He turned his head slightly, watching her meltdown with those steady, blue eyes.
"Say anything about what?"
