The corners of Severin's lips lifted as he saw Isolde step toward him, away from her family. Severin's hand reached out, waiting for Isolde to come to him.
Yes, that's it, come here, baby, come to me. Nobody in this world can accept you the way I do. No one can see the beauty in your dark side and admire it like I do. You have no one in this world but me, only me, so depend on me—because you are mine, you belong to me.
Severin's arms wrapped around Isolde's waist. He lowered his head to kiss the crown of her head, inhaling her scent, which, at some point, had become intoxicating to him.
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It would be a lie if Isolde said she wasn't disappointed—she was deeply disappointed by her meeting with Olivianne and Deyric.
Isolde was disappointed with Deyric's initial reaction, although she had initially expected it. She had known Deyric would react that way upon seeing her again. From the beginning, Isolde and Deyric had never been close, even though they were biological siblings.
