The news arrived just before night fell. A messenger, appearing pale and afraid, gave the closed documents to Dante and left without a word. Isla saw from her bedroom's balcony as Dante used a blade to break the closure and quickly read through the papers. His mouth tightened, a small sign of unease appeared on his face before he appeared cold once more.
He didn't speak to her, he never did when something upset him, but Isla had come to understand his quietness. This one felt weighty, like a big problem was about to start.
Later, while eating in the morning, she asked the question, "Is it upsetting news?"
Dante's fork rested on his plate, He didn't glance at her, "It's not something you have to be concerned with."
Her mouth formed a chilly smile, "If I'm only an attractive object for you, why not just hang me up and finish with it? You brought me into this struggle, I have the ability to understand what type of risk I'm facing."
